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"Hmm~" She turned her head with a look of grievance, her eyes welling up with tears as she looked at Yves King.
"What are you staring at?" Yves King pulled out his belt, leisurely looking at her. "With your emaciated appearance, even if you stripped and asked me to take advantage of you, I wouldn't be interested."
What? This was even more uncomfortable than being violated. Dahlia Sanders whimpered in protest non-stop, her heart aching. Wicked uncle, do you have any taste at all? Do you appreciate beauty at all? What do you mean by 'emaciated'? I'm slender, don't you understand? Uncle, did you come from a rural area in the old society? Is your standard of a good wife or woman someone with a big butt who can work hard and bear children? You have no taste.
"Flogging, huh, hehe, forgot to bring the whip." Yves King laughed indifferently, "Let's make do with this belt."
