"Guess what I want to do?" Feng Bufan lowered his head, the knife gliding over her body.
No, to be precise, it was gliding over her clothes.
The clear sound of fabric being cut echoed.
Hua Rong stood stunned for a moment, then hoarsely screamed: "Get away... Get! Get... Get away, don't touch me, don't... Get away..."
Eunuch Qing stepped aside, expressionless.
This manner clearly indicated that he had seen such a scene many times before and was no longer surprised.
Hua Rong felt as if her heart had died, watching helplessly as Feng Bufan used the knife to shred her clothes, unable to do anything.
Proud and stubborn as she was, she finally let two drops of tears fall.
"You scoundrel... I will... kill you, I will definitely... personally kill you... Ah! Let go, let..."
In the end, she gritted her teeth, trying hard to stay calm.
But she was weak, her teeth couldn't hold, and soon she loosened her grip.
"Ugh..."
Feng Bufan's hand rubbed against her body.
