Xia Xiaoxi looked at the cold-hearted man angrily, and suddenly she became angry and looked at him angrily: "Yan Yufeng, what do you want to do? You don't want my apology, you want my body, right?
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"Didn't you just want that woman? What else do you want? You are a man dressed like a beast."
After saying this, his expression immediately became stern, a hint of danger flashed in his angry eyes, and he was glaring angrily at her who was pressed beneath him.
"What did you say? Say it again if you have the guts?" His face was gloomy, and his cold face was not only filled with anger, but the voice coming out of his mouth contained no emotion at all.
This woman was really unreasonable and dared to scold him.
He said how could Yufeng be insulted like this? No one had ever dared to speak to him like this. This was her first time, and he had indulged her many, many times. She made the same mistake again and again. If it were another woman,
, they have died countless times.
His repeated tolerance resulted in this result. He just wanted to know his status in her heart.
It's not like she said, she doesn't want her apology, she just wants her body.
He said that Yufeng was not so greedy that he wanted her during her period, although he admitted that her charm was irresistible.
"I'll just say, I'll say, what do you think? Aren't you that kind of man?" Xia Xiaoxi retorted with disdain.
In her eyes, he was worse than an animal.
There is no need to endure it anymore.
Yan Yufeng took out a knife from his sealed pocket and put it on her neck. He glared at her even more fiercely, as if he would kill her if she said one more thing that displeased him.
He has always been too soft-hearted to deal with this woman whom he loves and hates at the same time. Since she is so tough-talking, don't blame him for not being soft-hearted.
He looked directly at her with evil and dangerous eyes, smiled evilly, and said coldly: "Didn't you say that I dress like a beast? Then today I will let you taste what it means to be a real beast."
"Do you want me to cut you on the face? Or on the neck? Otherwise, you can do it on the leg." As he said, he moved the sharp blade in his hand and slowly slid it from the neck to her white thigh.
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His movements were very gentle, not threatening her at all, but like stroking her. However, with a single stroke of his hand, her legs would turn into a bloody mess.
He said, what kind of person has Yu Feng not killed? If he really offends him again, he can't guarantee that he will be soft-hearted this time. It's just a woman, and he won't feel any pity.