Huang Mao tore off her clothes and began to bite her little body, "Little girl, I didn't expect that you are so skinny, but you are not vague at all where you should have flesh~ hmm?"
The more Ling Ai endured and suppressed, the more excited he felt.
Several men were already out of breath and their bodies were reacting. Mo Chuchen didn't like to see this dirty scene.
He closed his eyes, rubbed his temples gently, and sighed slightly tiredly.
Suddenly, a stubborn little face flashed through his mind, an expression he had never seen in seventeen years.
Cowardly, but blooming stubbornly, delicate and small, but giving people an irresistible temptation.
It makes people want to hold her in their arms and protect and love her.
Love? He is probably crazy today. Who else will he love? He will only make people love you.
"It's not good!! It's on fire! It's on fire!!" A burst of thick smoke came, accompanied by frightened screams.
"What's going on?" Those people stopped moving, and one of them went to check the situation. As soon as his hands touched the doorknob, he was burned and screamed, "It is indeed on fire."
Mo Chuchen frowned slightly, walked to the door and without hesitation gave a roundhouse kick, quickly closing the iron door that was more than a head above him, and a burst of thick smoke blew in his face.
Everyone was choked and backed away in horror, but Mo Chuchen narrowed his eyes slightly, with a proud smile flashing in his eyes. He stepped forward with his slender legs and rushed into the thick smoke without hesitation.
Several people screamed in fear, but they were choked to the point of being dizzy and unable to take a step forward.