Looking at the bloody wound on the head of the person he had smashed, he slowly got down from the high chair and stepped back in fear.
That was because that person was slowly approaching him with a bloody face, and a ferocious anger appeared in his eyes.
why are you retreating? weren't you having a good time just now? if you can f * ck him, I'll be yours if you like me so much!
Leng Xiaomo placed a hand on his back and spoke in a bewitching tone.
"I, I, this ..."
The man's forehead was covered in sweat.
Sensing that this person was continuing to retreat, Leng Xiaomo's eyes flashed with cen Han's coldness. Her gaze swept past the sharp broken beer bottle handle in his hand, and she suddenly pushed him.
