Xiao Jinran looked down at the girl’s small face and suddenly turned pale. She broke out in cold sweat from the pain.
His fingers pinched her white wrist. He could easily let her taste the piercing pain.
How could a girl endure it?
Moreover, she was so delicate.
Xiao Jinran reached into her clothes..
Ye Yingying’s small face was as white as a piece of paper. She looked at the ceiling above her head and endured the humiliation on her body. She was as stiff as a rock.
At this time, the man on top of her pressed his tall body down and asked in a hoarse voice, “How Old Are You? Are you still studying? Are you still in high school or university? Why... are you selling yourself out so young?”
She didn’t sell!
Ye Yingying recalled the insults from those people when she was young -- the daughter of a mistress would definitely be a mistress in the future, and she would sell herself out.
“Little girl, you should play too. Old Fowl, get lost!”
