C697 I Won't Kill You

After a few slaps, Lu Wenhua still could not vent his anger. He simply stood up and lifted his leg to kick Pei Qingle's leg. His stomach kicked fiercely. Every time he used all of his strength, he looked at the painful expression on Pei Qingle's face. The pleasure brought by the rampage in his body was born. The anger that he had been stifled for a few days finally found an opportunity to vent