Li Shaoyang stopped as he passed Wang Yao. He stared at this smiling young man. The longer he stared at Wang Yao, the more he disliked him. He really wanted to slap Wang Yao across his face and step on him.
"Wang Yao, this is not over!" said Li Shaoyang.
This was threatening, purely threatening.
There was a saying "Once on shore, one prays no more".
At that moment, Li Shaoyang, the spoiled brat lost his senses again. He forgot what Wang Yao was capable of.
What?
Li Shaoyang suddenly felt his body leaning forward, as if he had lost control.
"Watch out!"
Wang Yao held onto him.
No!
Li Shaoyang felt something wrong when he was falling.
Wang Yao's hands were like dancing butterflies. He patted and poked on various places of Li Shaoyang's chest and belly rapidly in a very subtle way.
Li Shaoyang felt someone went into his body, and then he was pushed forward by some unknown strength.
