the small bottle.but Gu Yuejin was faster. He clasped her white wrist with a few slender fingers, pressed forcefully on the top of his head, and then pushed her clothes up.Ye Ling trembled with pain,...rong chest rises and falls, and the fine sweat on his forehead flows down his bulwark-like muscles. He slowly raises his ink eyes and looks at the LCD screen. The man's eyes are stained with bloodthir...