Don't Touch My Face
by Hate Iron
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To use an old saying: I have met a lot of bastards, but I have never met such a bastard. "Don't touch my face--!" I didn't want to touch her face at all. I just wanted to confirm whether she was a newbie or a regular. But that hysterical sound was clearly from her squatting on top of me and peeing. This was not enough, her spider-legged hands almost wanted to twist the two iron rings into rubber bands. If she hadn't been handcuffed, would she have slapped me without any reason? Even after dumping her, it was even worse for her. I couldn't wait to repay the slap in my imagination, and I managed to hold it back. But my colleague Xiao Wang couldn't hold it back, but he was more charming than me. He was already pulling at his face, but he just wouldn't let the flesh under his skin move.
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