Feeling the warm breath spray on her neck, Mo Qingyi's ears turned red unconsciously and then she reached out and twisted Duanmu Zhe's thigh harshly.
Somewhat grinding her teeth, she said, "Little, pig, say, who?"
With each word she uttered, the strength in her hand increased.
Duanmu Zhe might look slender, but actually, there was plenty of flesh on his legs, hmm, and the feel wasn't bad either.
So she applied even more force with her hand, daring to call her a little pig, truly seeking trouble.
The pain contorted Duanmu Zhe's facial expression, and he repeatedly begged for mercy from Mo Qingyi, "Heroine, I was wrong, I was wrong, I'll never dare again, please spare me your mercy."
Mo Qingyi looked coldly at Duanmu Zhe, "Will you dare to talk nonsense in the future?"
"I dare not, I dare not," Duanmu Zhe pleaded with his hands clasped together, "Heroine, it's my fault, I was blind, I'll never dare to talk nonsense again, I beg you for your great kindness, spare me this once..."