"Hey there, handsome. Your companion has been planted in the ground by grandma, so no one will bother us now."
"Come on, let grandma give you a big smooch~"
Meng Po puckered her lips with a mischievous grin.
Upon hearing this, Tom shivered.
Surrendering himself to Meng Po, this Old Witch...
He'd rather be skinned alive right now.
What can be tolerated, what can't?
If an uncle can tolerate it, an aunt won't!
Tom was furious!
And that fury ignited within him.
It's not that he didn't want to struggle. The truth was, Meng Po was way too strong—his resistance seemed laughably weak, like scratching an itch for her.
Not only did it fail to enrage Meng Po, it appeared to make her even more excited.
"Stop struggling."
"The more you struggle, the more excited grandma gets."
Meng Po tossed him over her shoulder effortlessly, hurling him onto the ground like a rag doll.
Her sleazy smile chilled Tom to the bone.
Tom ignored the pain coursing through his body.
