"Ye Chen has been controlled by his own heart demon!" Yao Yue sighed and said, "If not treated in time, something might go wrong!"
"Ah... then, what should we do?" Feng Zhixiao hurriedly asked.
"Persuade him more, let him mend his ways!" Yao Yue gritted her teeth.
Soon, a scream from the cold woman upstairs echoed: "Beast, let me go, don't, don't touch me!"
Rip...
The woman's clothes were instantly torn into rags by Ye Chen, her perfect figure exposed in front of Ye Chen, a red gleam flashed in his eyes, and he pounced on her, pressing her against the head of the bed, grinning: "Today I'm going to let you taste what pain is!"
