Zhao Mengmeng naturally wouldn't let him succeed and struggled violently beneath Pei Chenyang.
However, she overestimated her own strength and underestimated the capabilities of the injured Kus!
Her two hands were firmly pinned above her head, and her legs were also pressed down; she couldn't struggle at all.
Zhao Mengmeng felt like a dead fish on a chopping board, completely tremble from head to toe.
"Don't mess around, or you'll end up in a terrible state!" Zhao Mengmeng was somewhat scared, but she tried to remain calm at the moment.
She comforted herself by remembering Kus's "thing," all red, probably swollen—wasn't it said to have been badly scalded? It certainly couldn't be used now!
With this thought, Zhao Mengmeng's expression relaxed a bit.
But upon meeting the predatory eyes above her head, her body tensed up again.
"Threatening me now? Think I can't do anything to you just because this part of me is 'broken'?" Pei Chenyang scoffed.
