"Eliza, what do you want to do?"
Yang Tian frowned.
"Didn't I say it already? I want to taste the flavor of Jesus..."
Eliza let out a mocking and triumphant laugh, and the whip in her hand cracked towards Yang Tian's body.
Yang Tian couldn't resist, and a burning blood mark was left on him. A glint of fierceness flashed in his eyes: "Eliza, you are simply courting death!"
"Yes, I am courting death. Can you kill me? Come on, try to kill me, hehe..."
Eliza chuckled triumphantly, slowly approaching Yang Tian.
Yang Tian realized something was amiss. Honestly, he wouldn't mind spending a night with a beautiful Western woman, especially someone as stunning as Eliza, with her fair and lovely body. Yet Eliza had set a trap here, and her intentions were definitely not simple. If things went according to her plans, Yang Tian couldn't guarantee what would happen afterward.
