Huang Ying's words of abuse were instantly replaced by a scream.
All she felt was a sharp pain radiating from where Chen Jun's hand was.
"Chen Jun, I'm going to accuse you of murder."
Even while screaming, Huang Ying couldn't help but curse him, her small feet frantically kicking towards Chen Jun.
Chen Jun raised an eyebrow, directly sat on the bed, lifted his long leg, and tightly pinned her unruly kicking calves under it.
Giving her no chance to move at all.
Then his hands continued to squeeze elsewhere, making Huang Ying howl in pain, unable to resist.
How could her small, slender legs compete with Chen Jun's long legs?
Every place Chen Jun's hands reached hurt like hell.
No matter how much she cursed, the hand on her back didn't stop at all.
Until Huang Ying was tired of cursing and could only lie on the bed, letting Chen Jun press her down, cursing lowly.
The pain from her body, however, was getting lighter.
