After a few more punches, the bald man threw Zhao pingting away.
Bang!
Zhao Pingting was thrown to the ground and spat out another mouthful of blood.
At this moment, Zhao Pingting could no longer feel any pain. She did not even have the strength to lift her fingers.
Zhao Pingting lay on the ground. Her skin turned cold and a pair of rough hands covered her.
Disgusting.
It was really too disgusting.
Zhao Pingting’s eyes were filled with humiliation. She wanted to raise her knife and chop this perverted bald man to death, but she had no way of retaliating. She could only allow herself to be slaughtered.
At this moment, the bald man suddenly stopped moving. “Bad Luck!”
Zhao pingting heaved a sigh of relief.
Thank you for your period!
Thank you for your period.
The bald man wiped the blood off his hands and pulled Zhao Pingting by her hair, dragging her into the cage.
Kacha.
A lock was placed on the door of the cage.