"So you're alone with him, alone in a room, right?"

"I said long ago, don't be alone with him, you promised."

"It doesn't matter if you have a relationship with him or if you violate our previous agreement."

The man slowly approached her, and the cold breath came to her.

Mu Chudi stepped back and finally leaned against the glass window.

Hawthorne pressed her up, confined her between her arms, and reached into her clothes.

The cold finger belly touches the tender and smooth skin like sheep fat, and gently clicks it.

This insulting act made Mu Chudi angry.

She struggled hard, but her strength was not equal to that...