Zhao Bin felt the nephrite in his arms and was ready to put his hands around his opponent's waist. Suddenly, he felt a pain in his shoulders, and the beautiful expression on his face suddenly became grinning.

"Ah!"

The expression on his face became distorted. He pushed Tao Ran aside and hurried to open his clothes and look at his shoulders. His neat teeth were printed on his wheat-colored skin, and there were even some bloodstains.

"Let you take advantage of me just now, it's just a small punishment for you!" Tao Ran looked up proudly, glared at Zhao Bin and waved his fist.

"As for it? If I don't...