This Zhuo Junyue is an absolute freak.
Su Ningyan had never undergone such humiliating circumstances, especially at the hands of such a deviant like him.
She didn't know where her courage came from, maybe it was as if she had borrowed the guts from the god of death.
She kneed him first, then kicked with strength, hitting Zhuo Junyue right in his vital parts.
Zhuo Junyue doubled over in pain, clutching himself, "Woman, you're asking for death!"
Su Ningyan was also startled. She really didn't expect Zhuo Junyue to be such a pervert.
She quickly got up from the bed, her voice slightly trembling, "Anyway, you can't do it there, I hit it then I hit it. Who told you to touch me, you psycho."
When Zhuo Junyue heard Su Ningyan saying that he was impotent, it greatly damaged his dignity as a man.
Relying on his senses, he caught Su Ningyan's hand and quickly locked her in his arms.
Ningyan had this strange feeling. Didn't this man just lose his sight? Was he pretending earlier?
"Hey, let me go, you freak, what do you want exactly?" Su Ningyan struggled fiercely.
However, Zhuo Junyue was prepared this time. Regardless of her struggles, she couldn't find an opportunity to break free.
"I'll show you how twisted I am." Zhuo Junyue was completely angered by Su Ningyan.
The recent car accident had already severely shocked him, causing him to lose his sight.
And now, this woman dared to question his manhood. Zhuo Junyue couldn't stand it any longer!
Even though his sight was lost, he pinned Su Ningyan on his uninjured thigh based on his senses and kissed her fiercely.
Su Ningyan was so scared her face turned pale. Her Wing Chun was usually more than enough to deal with thugs, so why is it useless against this freak now?
Her first kiss... Su Ningyan, unable to move her hands and legs, was forced to accept Zhuo Junyue's forcible kiss.
In her desperate situation, Su Ningyan steeled herself and bit Zhuo Junyue hard.
Suddenly, there was a taste of blood in both of their mouths.
Zhuo Junyue was in pain, "Woman, you dared to bite me?"
Su Ningyan had truly overestimated her Wing Chun. In front of him, it was simply child's play, completely useless.
A wise woman doesn't fight against an immediate loss. Su Ningyan immediately pleaded, "Please let me go, I definitely won't divulit this matter, I promise I won't say a word."
After hearing her words, Zhuo Junyue's fury flared even more.
He pinned Su Ningyan on the bed, instantly tearing off her skirt.
His calloused fingers traced her thigh, feeling the softness of her skin.
Su Ningyan was petrified, clutching Zhuo Junyue's hand, almost crying, "Don't feel inferior, I swear I won't tell anyone about this, please, spare me. I'm still young."
Zhuo Junyue's left leg was broken, but not too severely, and he suddenly pressed his weight onto Su Ningyan.
He smiled wickedly at Su Ningyan, who was on the verge of tears. She was tall at five foot six, and weighed only about 100 pounds, yet her chest was quite developed.
She suspected that her regular nutrients all went to her chest, causing her to bind herself tightly during physical education.
Shameless! Cheap! Disgusting!
Just when Su Ningyan was in despair, she saw Zhuo Junyue's brows furrowed, as if in extreme pain.
Zhuo Junyue, who originally had some desire to conquer, suddenly had a severe headache.
He propped himself up on Su Ningyan's side, clutching his head, and ultimately fainting on top of her.
She was scared, could he be dead? Could it be that her bad luck countered his, causing him to die the moment she came?