Lin Ruoxi wants to escape?
"Please..."
Lin Ruoxi's gaze lifted to meet his, eyes glistening with well-practiced tears.
Zhang Wei's laughter rang out, light and teasing, as he pinched her cheeks playfully. "Sure, my little slave is hungry! Let the master satisfy you."
*Smack!* His playful demeanor shifted into action, a move that took Lin Ruoxi by surprise. His dick smacked against her face, her astonishment evident, though quickly dismissed as she gathered herself.
With a steadying breath, she wrapped her hands around the heated object, her face inching closer to it with a practiced resolve.
An internal sigh escaped her, a fleeting thought echoing, 'How long must I endure this?' Grievances simmered beneath her calmness, yet she had come to understand over the past ten days that obedience led to a certain level of preferential treatment. Denial, on the other hand, invited punishment—be it physical or emotional.