The man in front of her, he'd gone mad.
He approached her step by step. Shortly, the fruit knife she held made contact with his chest.
Xu Qiaoqiao's hand trembled slightly.
The tip of the fruit knife pierced his skin.
However, Lin Yicheng did not stop. He continued striding forward: "I know you've been drugged. Unless you kill me, I will have you tonight."
Xu Qiaoqiao clenched the fruit knife tighter.
She felt dizzy, her hands and legs were weak.
Biting her lip ferociously, she tried to keep herself awake.
But in the end, she couldn't bear it. The moment Lin Yicheng got close to her, she pulled the fruit knife away!
As Lin Yicheng approached her, his presence set off a surge of excitement in her cells.
Xu Qiaoqiao tried to suppress her primal instinct. Then Lin Yicheng, like a demon, said, "The look on your face right now screams, 'Ling YIcheng, take me.' Were you like this eight months ago, Xu Qiaoqiao?"
