Han Lei's buttocks ached from the beating, an indescribable discomfort, but Wang Daniu's broad and powerful palm was clenched tightly over her lips. She could only make muffled and unintelligible sounds. Moreover, Wang Daniu's entire body was pressing down on her.
The scent that was inherently masculine filled the surroundings, making Han Lei's face flush and heart race involuntarily.
"Mmm—" Han Lei desperately blinked her eyes, trying to explain, but every time she made a noise, Wang Daniu would slap her buttocks.
While feeling incredibly aggrieved, Han Lei's heart flickered with a strange emotion.
Lifting her gaze, blinking her eyes, she signaled to Wang Daniu not to be rough.
Wang Daniu was aware of women's little tricks, which boiled down to either crying, creating a scene, or threatening to take one's life.
Otherwise, it was just sharp-tongued remarks; beyond that, they had no other skills.
Afterward, Wang Daniu slowly shifted his body away.
