"Don't touch me with your filthy hands!" Cian Le snarled back, pulling her head away in protest. She was the type of person who feared nothing until it was too late to regret.
"Would you prefer being touched by other men?" Squeezing her cheeks harder, Bing Shi's other hand caressed the soft skin, her fingers tracing down Cian Le's neck and chest, even groping her breasts.
Bing Shi's whispers sent shivers down everyone's spine in the room, making them uncomfortable. The hairs on their necks stood on end. "How much hatred can such a small body hold? I wonder..." She began to remove Cian Le's clothes.
"Enough," Cheng Young stated in a threatening tone, disliking how everyone was ganging up on one person. Strangely, the scene reminded him of something unsettling.
"When it comes to people you can't afford to offend..." As other girls tried to block him, Bing Shi stared into Cian Le's dark eyes, her hand tracing lower. "Who takes the top spot?"
