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Zhizhong, while talking, had his left hand digging into her world, his fingers nearly sinking in.

Zhang Qixiang instinctively clenched, immobilizing Zhizhong's left hand.

However, Zhizhong's right hand covered her mouth and was digging into her neck, twisting it as if it were about to break, making it hard for her to breathe.

Moreover, Zhizhong's powerful Little Zhizhong had erupted, pressing against her round, beautiful buttocks.

Zhang Qixiang was on the verge of collapse, becoming terrified, her heartbeat speeding up.

Zhizhong's words were too cold and too cruel, his behavior too lewd and insane, making her instantly feeble, unable to struggle, unable to shout out even if she wanted to.