Yu Qingliu turned around and wanted to throw him over her shoulder, but King was faster and pressed him against the wall.
"Aren't you annoying?" Yu Qingliu was depressed.
King stared at his lips and swallowed. He was about to kiss him.
"Try touching me!" Yu Qingliu shouted.
King was taken aback. He slowly backed away, only to see a scalpel pressed against his waist. The scalpel was naturally in Yu Qingliu's hand.
F * ck!
Now that Yu Qingliu had become treacherous, he had hidden all sorts of scalpels on his body, and he could not even kiss him.
"You can't be that cruel, can you?" He asked, " we've had skin-to-skin contact, Yingluo.
"Don't worry, I know where the vital parts are. I won't send you to your death. Of course, if you go too far, I can only send you to your death. But you have to believe that I'm a professional. I know how to make you die faster and in pain."
“……”Fuck! It sounded so brutal, so he decided not to mess around.
