"No... don't..." Zhou Qi's voice trembled.
As a woman, she understood Song Lejun's intentions.
However, the thought of doing such a thing for Song Lejun filled her not only with fear but also with an instinctive refusal.
"Hm? Don't want to?"
Song Lejun's voice turned cold: "Are you sure you don't want to?"
This voice was icy and full of authority, causing Zhou Qi to be scared out of her wits.
The atmosphere was silent for a few seconds. Ultimately, Zhou Qi had no choice but to slowly undo Song Lejun's pants.
She kept her head down, her tears teetering, wanting to cry, but could only hold back.
In contrast to the sad and humiliated Zhou Qi, Song Lejun's handsome face was full of smiles.
As for whether this woman was in pain, Song Lejun didn't care in the slightest, nor did he bother to think about it. He knew that countless women wanted to crawl into his bed, and having her make him feel good was her immense luck.
...
On the street.
People were coming and going.
