"Scram!"
Xia Xue suddenly turned around, her cold eyes glaring at Zhou Mazi with such sharpness and iciness that an inexplicable shudder ran through his heart, and he was so frightened that he retreated three steps.
"You fucking slut, how dare you curse me, let's see how I deal with you."
Zhou Mazi roared and charged toward Xia Xue, raising his fist to smash into her chest.
But Xia Xue was already prepared; the moment Zhou Mazi made his move, she too swung her small fists to meet him in combat, and the two began to brawl.
Despite her petite frame, Xia Xue was very nimble, especially her long legs, which were full of allure, making Zhou Mazi fantasize, wishing he could pin her down in bed and have his way with her several times over.
"Damn it, you bitch, don't force me to be rough, or I'll make your life worse than death."