C97 And I Still Feel Sorry for You

Kang Wenyuan was a real scoundrel. His hand was tightly holding Chu Qingyan's shoulder, and his tall and muscular body was pressing down on her.

Chu Qingyan couldn't move as she glared at him with widened eyes.

"You bastard!" Her voice was trembling.

If she had a knife by her side, she would not hesitate to stab it into his chest