"You bastard!"
A few minutes ago, Ma Xiumin was just starting to relish the taste of her body. She, the fierce kitten, was looking so docile for once. And suddenly, he just felt pain, in his jaw, like it was broken.
He did not even get time to process anything, when he just heard 'You bastard'. Where did the things go wrong? His plan was perfect! He had even checked her for any GPS tracker devices. Why? Why was he the one being beaten up? He was finally getting a chance to taste the success.
"How dare you touch her? These filthy hands, I will cut them off," Mo Yifan hollered at the guy whose face had gone black and blue with all the punches. Mo Yifan never practiced fighting by any means. But he had to maintain his body, and for that, he spent hours in the gym to make those muscles. He had developed great strength over the years and his punches were just ruthless, painting the other guy's face in different hues.
