"Well, Mr. Ye, that's not good. I'm still..." He glanced at her shy little face, a little bit of joy in his heart, but not good at color, it still looked stinky.

"I feel good. I like the feeling that I can enjoy it anytime." He did not speak saliently, but made her think he was psychopathic.

She's his plaything and food. He said that. She had no reason to refuse.

She was not allowed to go back to her room to get her clothes, so she went to his bathroom around the blanket. Fortunately, he didn't ask her to strip naked.

After taking a shower, she sat back on...