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The man's long hands relaxed, suddenly grabbed her, dragged her to him, hugged her, and kissed her again. Her hands danced, touching his firm chest, and his firm, smooth muscles made her heart tremble.

After kissing for a long time, the man let go of her with satisfaction and began to take off his pants. The woman retreated to the window again, racking her brains for a way out.

"Hey!" Seeing him take off his pants in front of her, the woman turned around in shame and indignation. "Don't try to bully me …"

The man put his hand under her chin and lifted her face. He looked down into her eyes and said sinisterly, "Do you know what I'm thinking? I was just thinking how I could bully you so that you'd be happy and not dislike me! "Or can you tell me, what way do you like me to bully you?"

The woman angrily turned her head to the side, but he firmly grabbed onto her. Unable to turn around, she cursed, "Bastard! "How dare you!"

"Since I'm a bastard, why wouldn't I dare?" He laughed wickedly: "Isn't this what bastards do? Bullying women, flirting with girls, and getting some fun! "

"You … "I …" She was angry and anxious. "Let go of me! I... I won't let you bully me! "

The man seemed to have heard something inconceivable. His eyes widened as he looked at her in surprise. "Ha!" Laughing loudly: "You don't want me to bully you? "Why?"

He lowered his head, his face close to hers, her jaw clamped, unable to turn, looking at his approaching face, his male breath spreading out like a current of air over her, she could not move, her body could not bear the weight, she kept shrinking, she wanted to shrink to infinitesimal size, she wanted to suddenly break under the car so that she could escape from his grasp, her already beating heart quickened even more, she looked at him, her eyes filled with panic, stammering: "Because... Because... Because I... I won't let you bully me! "

Hearing the woman's childish reply, the man was stunned for a moment. He looked at her with a panicked expression, but he couldn't stop himself from laughing as he let go of her, his face turning uglier and uglier, almost bloodless. He laughed like a wild wolf that had caught its prey, proudly announcing to its kind, unspeakably terrifying! It was indescribably sinister! An indescribable terror!

At this moment, he was a prey that he was about to bite down on!

Her hair stood on end, and her heart seemed to have sunk to the bottom!

After laughing for a while, he stopped and looked at her in the sunlight. "What's your name?"

She turned her head to the window, ignoring him.

He took her chin in his big hand, turned her face away, and looked at her through his glasses. "What's your name?" he asked.

"I won't tell you!" He didn't look so terrible now, she said, and her face was a little better and more daring.

"Why?" He stared at her.

"I don't want to tell you!" She pursed her lips and looked willful.

He smiled. "Then do you want to know my name?"

"I don't want to!"

"Why?"

"No reason!"

"I'll bully you later, don't you want to get revenge?"

"How dare you!"

"Then why don't you give it a try?" He seemed to be asking for her opinion: "Let's see if I dare to bully you! "Or try and see how I can bully you!"

"I won't try!" She moved to the window.

"How do you know if I dare or not if I don't try?" He sat down next to her.

"I won't try!" I won't let you bully me anyways! " It came back.

"Then I will bully you! In other words, "he whispered, his lips close to her ear," you're the one I'm going to bully! This aura was extremely ambiguous. The hot air he exhaled was so strong that it pierced her ears and cheeks. Her heartbeat quickened once again!

Feeling that they were too close, she moved to the window again, but she couldn't move, and he could move, more and more, and something pressed against her buttocks, and her face was red again, and her heart was pounding like a little deer, and she didn't dare move, didn't dare speak.

He nibbled at her earlobe, reached up, caressed her face. Her face was itchy, but he still didn't dare to move. He slowly turned her face, and his lips moved from her earlobe all the way to her cheek.

She did not dare to struggle, passively accepting his invasion. No matter how hard she spoke, she knew in her heart that if he really wanted to do something to her, she would be powerless to resist! Moreover, the more she struggled, the more he would want to suppress her and conquer her. Therefore, he might as well just obediently not move.