Then beg me!
Hearing that, Xiao Yuqi snapped back to her senses, glaring furiously at Yang Chen and spitting, "You bastard, don't go too far! You still want me to beg you for this? Are you crazy?"
"Hmph, if you don't beg me, then I won't rape you!"
Yang Chen snorted coldly, still holding his long spear, gently rubbing it, even as her valley was already overflowing like a flood, he refused to thrust himself in.
"Mmhm… don't… don't do this!"
Every time the scorching tip of his spear rubbed against her, Xiao Yuqi's body jolted as if she'd been struck by lightning, trembling fiercely—her soul felt like it was about to be burned away into nothingness.
Looking at Xiao Yuqi's desperate, hungry expression, the corners of Yang Chen's mouth curled into a sly smile. He wanted to see just how long this woman could hold out.
Of course, he wasn't only doing this for his own pleasure—his main concern was Xiao Yuqi's body.
