"Ah—don't... Daddy, it hurts!"
With those words, Chen Bin suddenly grabbed Cheng Xinxue's hair and dragged her to the ground.
"Kneel!" At this moment, Cheng Xinxue was pulled to the ground by Chen Bin, sitting, when he commanded again, "Then use all fours, crawl to the bathroom! Hurry up!"
"Oh!"
Cheng Xinxue nodded tremblingly and then immediately knelt on the ground.
There was a mirror in Chen Bin's bedroom.
At this time, the mirror was directly facing Cheng Xinxue.
Cheng Xinxue glanced at herself in the mirror with a face full of embarrassment, suddenly feeling so ashamed, so lowly, so degraded.
Rationality told Cheng Xinxue that she shouldn't be like this.
But at this moment, Chen Bin's roughness toward Cheng Xinxue, his swearing, and slapping, turned out to be so stimulating for her.
And from Cheng Xinxue's perspective, this feeling was irreplaceable, a thrill that most people couldn't enjoy.
"No... don't!"
