Furthermore, she had recklessly confessed to him. Any man with a bit of courage would not be able to tolerate it.
Chu Bai Qing's forehead was covered in sweat. He wanted to hold his stomach, but he couldn't move his hands.
His ability to resist pain was worse than others, not to mention that he was naked and had been punched without any defense.
Gu Jue's fists were famous for being hard, and Chu baiqing's eyes reddened from the pain.
He didn't want to cry. As a man, he wouldn't go so far as to cry. It was just that he was really in pain, and it was a problem with his physique.
His hands were tied up, his chest was wide open, and his sickly pale handsome face looked like he had been abused ...
Gu Jue was so enraged that he didn't notice Chu baiqing's pale face.
Instead, he went back to the driver's seat and lit a cigarette. He had to control himself from kicking Chu baiqing again.
