"Haha, hahaha, my little lamb, you've finally come to your senses."
"How about it, does your body feel weak, your cheeks burning, your heart itching?"
Long Shaoyang laughed so hard that he teared up.
He began to leisurely remove his jacket, his eyes darkly fixating on Su Yinxue.
"In a few minutes, you won't be able to stand it."
"Haha, just thinking about it excites me."
Su Yinxue looked into Long Shaoyang's sinister eyes, her heart sinking to the bottom of the sea.
She suddenly turned and started banging on the door repeatedly: "Yang Fei, help, Yang Fei, save me..."
Long Shaoyang did not stop Su Yinxue; he took off his suit and then began unbuttoning his shirt one by one.
He said indifferently, "You want that kid to come save you?"
"Hehe, don't dream. He's probably already in deep trouble himself, with broken hands and feet, struggling for life underground."
"To tell you the truth, my two bodyguards are underground boxing experts from Guang Province."
