General Long was having a lot of fun.
The longer Long Zhao Feng laughed, the angrier Xiao Yue became. She contemplated hitting the awful man on the bed, but she thought she was a mature person. Why fight with such a childish man? With her nose up in the air, Xiao Yue yanked her wrist off Long Zhao Feng's grip and prepared to leave.
When the wrist left his hand, the man bolted off the bed and hugged her waist from behind. He pressed his face against her back and rubbed against her like a puppy.
"You...!!!"
