A hand firmly held her down, while another hand moved along the curve—
Master of Heavenly Thunder!
"Mmm!"
Ling Ningzhi let out a muffled groan, a flash of pain passing through her brows.
"Mr. Chen, you're hurting me, please let me go first, alright…"
Faced with Ling Ningzhi's pleas, Chen Mo had no intention of letting go, his grip tightening further, his fingers sinking deeply into the Daoist robe.
"Little doggy, have you forgotten the rules so quickly? What should you call me in private?"
Ling Ningzhi's cheeks burned red, biting her lip, she said, "Mr. Chen, you said you wouldn't bully me anymore…"
Chen Mo raised an eyebrow and said, "Don't you like it? Dishonest little doggies must be punished."
He pressed his knee between the jade pillars and pushed upward, slowly spreading her legs to the sides…
"No, no way!"
Ling Ningzhi's heart was about to leap out of her chest.
