However, Mu Qian completely ignored her shouts of anger, even locking the door from inside, smiling more wickedly and obscenely, the silver whip in his hand cracking in the air, while his other hand reached into the bullet pants, doing unspeakably vile things to her.
"Get away, don't come near... don't come near..."
Mu Qian stood by the bed, watching the woman lying on it, trapped in a nightmare, her forehead covered in sweat, mumbling in her sleep, not planning to wake her from the nightmare.
It is said that what you think and fear in your heart will appear in your dreams, and he wanted to know what she was afraid of.
"Don't come near... get away, get away, you pervert..."
The woman on the bed struggled more violently, even waving her hand at the empty air, more sweat pouring from her forehead.
Pervert? Could she mean him?
"Take your hands off me... don't touch me... don't touch me... ah..."
