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"Uncle Yves King, you've gone too far. I'm going to fight you," Dahlia Sanders snarled, revealing her cute fangs. Hanging onto Yves King like a baby koala, her slender legs tightly wrapped around his waist.
She bit down on his neck, not lightly at all, and angrilywhimpered, "That'll teach you, bullying me. I'm going to bite you to death, drain your blood."
"Haha, are you playing or really biting? Are you a dog or a wolf?" Yves King said, trying not to laugh or cry, "Get down, get down, what kind of behavior is this?"
"No way, Dahlia, get down now," Yves King held her petite waist, attempting to lift her up. No matter how much his body wanted to continue, he knew he couldn't due to her age and the psychological barrier that came with Mabel.
Yves was so frustrated that the veins in his neck throbbed. Despite using some force, he couldn't pry her off, which only fueled her determination and made her cling tighter.
