"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you, let me go!" Qingluan gritted her teeth, her face flushed bright red.
"Since you want to kill me, before I die, I have to make sure I get enough out of it," said Song Xiaodong, grabbing both of Qingluan's feet and started pinching and kneading them, "Tsk tsk, this is amazing. These feet are worth playing with for a year, no, a lifetime."
"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!" Qingluan's body trembled more violently, her eyes were watery, and her face showed a kind of seductive expression, but she was still speaking harshly, though these words completely lacked any intimidation.
"Beg me, come on, beg me, and I'll let you go." Song Xiaodong said with a mischievous smile at Qingluan.
