"It depends on whether you have the ability. After all, today, I'm your man. I'm afraid you won't let me die..." Li Siyuan throws away his suit, pours at Butong and kisses her on the neck.

"no!" Butong struggled desperately, and his hands severely scratched his face.

Li Siyuan's face was scratched with two bloodstains. He raised his hand and slapped Bu Tong severely.

Butong's face was hit to one side, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, half of his face was numb, and his whole head was buzzing.

in his ear, there was a warning voice from Li Siyuan, "be honest, I can make you suffer less,...