How did Wen Fucheng learn that she was being bullied at school?
Ying Jing tilted her head, unable to come up with an answer.
She looked at the man with a rosy face.
"Comfort you? How should I do that?"
Wen Fucheng pinched her small hand. "Think for yourself."
"How about offering myself to you?"
"That equation no longer holds."
"Why, how can it not hold? I'm Ying Jing! The exceptionally outstanding Ying Jing. Am I not your little cutie anymore?"
The little cutie rubbed against him in his arms, her body soft beyond words, igniting a fire in Wen Fucheng.
He pinched Ying Jing's chin, grabbing the small amount of flesh on her pretty face.
"So cute, it would be a shame not to take a bite."
The girl's big eyes were sparkling, and the man's handsome face kept magnifying in her view.
A warm sensation came over her.
Wen Fucheng opened his mouth and bit her cheek, his tongue gently brushing over her smooth skin.
