"Chen Xiaobei, don't you dare!"
Zhao Caixia took a frightened step back. The place where that bastard had fucked her yesterday still ached. If he did it again, she would surely die.
But she had to admit, it felt as if a tiny claw was scratching at her heart, relentlessly tempting her. She was utterly conflicted.
"Oh, still putting on an act for me?" Chen Xiaobei sneered. "You knew you were walking into the tiger's den, yet you still asked me to come in with you to get the money. Didn't you just want me to fuck you? A whore trying to act like a saint. Who are you performing for?"
After saying that, Chen Xiaobei stepped forward, grabbed Zhao Caixia, and shoved her onto the table. With a forceful yank, he stripped off her tiny, tight shorts.
"Chen... Chen Xiaobei, I'm begging you, let me go," Zhao Caixia pleaded, turning her head back. "That place still hurts... I really can't take it anymore!"
She wasn't lying; her flesh was still red and swollen.
