"I bet Chen Xiaoyu's so cold, her pussy's like fuckin' Antarctica! You gotta wear a fur coat just to go down there!"
Another voice from the back piped up, "She's so frozen, I bet she racks when she fucks! Like, snap, there go her hips!"
A guy near the front roared, "Hell yeah! Ice Queen's got that shatter-pussy baby!!"
In VIP Box 1, Chen Xiaoyu's whole body trembled with barely controlled fury.
"You all.....!"
The humiliation, the laughter, the mocking gazes—it all crashed down on her like a tidal wave. Her fingernails were digging into the armrests, and her lip twitched as she fought back the rage boiling beneath her icy exterior.
Long Tian, seeing the storm brewing inside her, leaned closer and muttered, "Don't let her get to you, Xiaoyu. She's a filthy-mouthed animal. You're above this."
