Zhang Qixiang felt depressed, ashamed, and deeply humiliated.
But at this point, she could only comply with Liu Zhizhong's words, "Wanting more..."
"Really?" he asked.
"Yes, yes... you rogue, will you let go of me now? Why are you still pressing on?"
What Zhang Qixiang said was true, Liu Zhizhong's grip was still fiercely embedded.
Liu Zhizhong, looking innocent, shook his head, "Women, truly heartless, once satisfied, turn so cold, sigh..."
Saying this, he finally pulled away and let Zhang Qixiang down.
Still parading his prowess, he waved it in front of Zhang Qixiang.
"Damn you, disgusting thing..." Zhang Qixiang raised her hand feebly trying to hit it.
Unfortunately, she missed, and instead, Liu Zhizhong's strike hit her face, infuriating her immensely.
His prowess was still dripping, covering Zhang Qixiang's face in a trail of saliva, the sensation, ha ha...
But Liu Zhizhong was such a demon, and the Zhang Family's young lady had no way to handle him.
