Her eyes were covered by something, Chiang Qing was startled, she reached up to feel it, soft—was it a scarf?
That old bastard, pervert, what is he planning now?
Chiang Qing felt a chill in her heart, she was tormented by him for the past few months, he always thought up some crazy and perverted ways to torture her, if she cried and begged for mercy, he would be even happier.
One day, one day, she would make him pay.
"What are you doing?" Chiang Qing suppressed her fear, trying to pull off the scarf from her eyes, frowning as she asked.
"Shh, don't rush, you'll know soon, it's something fun!" Gao Hongbo's voice came from beside her ear.
What fun, Chiang Qing felt even more panicked, her hands went to pull, but before she could take off the scarf, she heard someone entering the room, it seemed like a lot of people, then, someone pressed her down on the bed, her hands and feet were pinned down in a spread-eagle position.
