"So slippery," Jiang Xiaoliang said excitedly, as if he had touched the most wonderful thing in the world.
"You bastard, let go of me quickly or I'll never forgive you," Chen Zihan struggled fiercely.
When Jiang Xiaoliang's hands touched her body, she felt an immense disgust inside, as if she had swallowed green-headed flies, making her extremely uncomfortable. She could only struggle hard, trying to break free from Jiang Xiaoliang's grasp, but her struggle was in vain since her hands and feet were tied up with ropes. Thus, she couldn't struggle at all.
"Hehe..." Jiang Xiaoliang chuckled, then said, "If you are capable, beg me."
"I'm begging you, please let me go," Chen Zihan pleaded bitterly.