"Get out of here!" Nan Fengying yelled angrily. She didn't expect that she was so unlucky to meet such a shameless person.
If she were really insulted by him today, she would not let him succeed until she died.
She wanted to throw off his grip, but she was unable to match his strength.
"Young lady, you are so angry. I just like this tone!"
The wretched man said as he touched Nan Fengying's tender face and laughed sharply: "It's so slippery!"
He pressed her to the ground, tore off her clothes and rubbed his hands on her fair and tender skin.
Nan Fengying's stomach tightened, an extreme sense of nausea came to her heart, and she screamed in fear:
"Let me go! I am Princess Nanzhao. If you dare to touch a hair on my head again, Brother Wang will cut you into pieces!"
"Scare me, I'm not scared. You are the princess, and I am the king! Hahaha..."
The man suppressed Nan Fengying with one hand and reached to her waist to unbutton her pants with the other hand.
He smiled brightly and put his pig mouth, as thick as a sausage, against her flowery pink lips.
She trembled with fright and tried to turn her head away. When she was extremely sick,
However, he gave up the struggle uncharacteristically, but there was a killing intent in his eyes. The man felt the submission of the woman underneath him,
She beamed with joy and laughed wildly: "Little lady, that's right, be good, I will make you feel happy to heaven!"
"Really? Brother, don't be so impatient. Why don't you let go of her hand? It hurts to pinch her..."
Nan Fengying smiled seductively, which made the man lose his soul, and he followed her will and let go of the hand that suppressed her.
She reached up to his skinny chest and made several circles on it.
The man swallowed hard and continued to move his little hand upward.
Turning to the side of my neck, I felt a sharp pain on the side of my throat while I was absent-minded, and a small snake-shaped sword was embedded in it.
Dark red blood flowed down the side of her throat, and blood beads fell on Nan Fengying's body.