“Woman, you're playing with fire,” Ye Hongfeng warned the person groping him.
Sheng Xixia kept feeling around the richly dressed young heir to see if he had anything else valuable on him.
“Don't move. I can't promise what might happen if you do.”
“Keep talking, and I swear I'll stuff your mouth with socks that haven't been washed in ten days.” Sheng Xixia stripped off all of Ye Hongfeng's clothes.
“Woman, are you playing hard to get?”
“You're the one who's been caught.” Sheng Xixia kicked over the chair Ye Hongfeng was tied to.
“Woman, don't test my limits.” Ye Hongfeng issued his final warning.
Sheng Xixia pulled off his underwear. Even a rich man's dick wasn't hiding gold or jade, it seemed.
“Woman, if you're deliberately trying to provoke me, let me tell you, you've succeeded.” Ye Hongfeng struggled.
“Your family hasn't wired the money yet. I haven't succeeded, so I can't let you go.” Sheng Xixia sighed regretfully.
Feeling a little sorry for him, Sheng Xixia decided to comfort this walking banknote and pressed Ye Hongfeng's hand against her crotch.
“I'm not a woman.” We're both men. Looking doesn't count. My virtue is still intact.
“...” Ye Hongfeng fell silent for a moment. It was the calm before the storm. Then he spoke menacingly: “Wom... Fine. You've successfully caught my attention. Do you think you can get away from me?”
Rural factory-girl top X domineering CEO bottom
Theme: Stockholm Syndrome love
