She put out a foot.
The toe of the high-heeled shoe was pointed at his mouth.
"Kneel down and lick it clean.
I'll spare your life today. "
The whole place was quiet for a second.
Then there was a roar of laughter.
Someone was shouting: "Lick!
Aren't those your fiancée's shoes?
Familiar taste! "
Chen Mo's body was trembling.
Not afraid.
It hurts.
It's anger.
Bai Jingyun laughed the loudest.
He put his hand on Su Wanqing's shoulder and squeezed hard: "Wan Qing, your ex-boyfriend is really useless.
I don't even dare to lick a shoe. "
Su Wanqing said lightly: "He doesn't dare, I will help him."
She raised her high heels and stepped on the back of Chen Mo's hand.
The sound of breaking.
