"Pervert just likes to do perverted things, Mi Yao, open your mouth!" Feng Yueming unzipped his trousers and coldly commanded her.
Mi Yao was terrified. She didn't want to do such a thing for him, this perverted man really could do anything.
"Feng Yueming, I am a lowly woman, a dirty woman, why are you still forcing me? There are thousands of women out there, you can't possibly need only me. Feng Yueming, could it be that you've fallen for me?"
This question made Feng Yueming stiffen, and then his eyes, as if poisoned, stared at her; perhaps he would lose control and strangle her in the next second.
"Ha, hahaha, Feng Yueming, I'm right, aren't I? You've really fallen for me. You actually have feelings for a woman like me. You really are disgusting!"
Mi Yao's eyes, red and swollen, brimmed with a delightful sense of revenge.
Feng Yueming understood the look in her eyes; she was scorning him, mocking him!
