Chen Mei'Er struggled fiercely, looking at the other's ugly face, feeling a million "grass-mud horses" flying through her mind.
She dressed so little, so provocatively, not for some pervert to touch her. In this world, the only person who could touch her was Ye Xiaofan.
Luo Jian looked greedily at Chen Mei'Er's beautiful legs, sticking out his tongue about to lick them.
Chen Mei'Er gritted her teeth, kicked him away with all her might, then stood up and jumped down to stomp Luo Jian a few more times.
"You like it, don't you? Come on, let me stomp you to death."
"Help, someone help, come quickly, help me hold her down."
What kind of person was Luo Jian? He had the looks of a pretty boy, soaked daily in pools of debauchery, without a shred of physical strength. Faced with Chen Mei'Er whose hands were tied behind her back, he still couldn't manage to suppress her. Instead, he was kicked and couldn't lift his head.
'Bang.'
