Zhou Li's face flushed with embarrassment as she shouted angrily, "Let go of me, let go of me!"
Unfortunately, Flower Thief remained unmoved, his hands working even harder. Zhou Li's tone gradually changed from anger to pleading, her voice tinged with sobs, "Please, have mercy on me. Don't! Please don't!"
However, Zhou Li's crying and pleading only served as a catalyst for lust, making Flower Thief even more excited. Before long, every piece of Zhou Li's clothing had been stripped away except for two essential covers.
As Flower Thief reached towards the only two pieces of protection on her body with lust-filled eyes, Zhou Li's heart filled with despair. Her eyes, which once held a glimmer of hope for survival, now turned to ash, lacking any luster.
However, at this critical moment, Zhou Li suddenly heard a voice full of rage, "Flower Butterfly, stop!"
