"You..."
Sang Luo's eyes widened. She realized she'd made the wrong move; she shouldn't have provoked him at a time like this.
In a flash, the man stripped off his shirt, revealing a sexy, toned upper body. Then, he started tearing at her clothes. Sang Luo kicked and scratched, but she was no match for the unyielding force of a male Beastman in such a situation.
She was so angry she wanted to slap him across the face, but he simply reached out and grabbed her hand.
His large, slender hands easily pinned both her delicate wrists above her head as he continued what he was doing.
Sang Luo's body trembled violently, and tears instantly streamed from her eyes—whether from anger or pain, she didn't know. She bit down hard on the firm, broad line of his shoulder and neck. This only seemed to excite him more. The veins on his arms bulged, and his assault grew even more fierce, becoming unbearable.
