The General’s Beloved Wife: Shame on You, Sweetheart

   "Plack" with a crisp sound.

  Mianmian got a whip on her left foot.

  There were tears in her eyes, and she bit Pei Jun with hatred.

  ……

   Another "pop" sound.

  She also got a whip on her right foot.

   "Dare to kick me, idiot! In my place, dare to provoke me, I think you are tired of life, don't want to be **** by me, right? It's useless to keep it, just kill you."

  The whip in Bae Jun's hand was raised high above her head.

   made a squeaky sound in the air, which made her creepy.

Mianmian's eyes were red, and she bit her lip, and said firmly and firmly, "Then you will kill me, if I die, you won't get anything, and...Zhan Muqian will definitely help me get revenge, he Will kill you, repeat what you did to me, and then smash you into pieces..."

  Bae Jun smiled so that the corners of his lips twitched.

   He squinted his eyes, wishing that the whip in his hand licked her skin and drew her delicate and attractive face...

  This little bitch.

  The courage is really not small.

  He looked at her stubbornly twisting her neck.

  She clearly has no power to parry.

  If he wants her life, she can only wait to die.

  He didn't want to kill her.

  I just want her body...

  She resisted like a chaste woman.

  Bae Joon prides himself on being handsome.

  The woman who admires him goes one after another.

  No one has ever been touched by him as if he wanted to die.

  This woman’s reaction aroused his desire to conquer...

  He must clean up this woman.

  Can't let her dominate her own head.

   But compared to whipping her, whipping her makes her soft because of pain.

  He even hopes that she can voluntarily dedicate herself.

  Bae Jun pressed the tip of the whip against her face.

  Slapped twice.

  "Don’t you just want to be **** by me? Let’s do this, I won’t kill you, but I will give you a chance to survive. If you are **** by ten tall black people, and you are **** by me, please choose one."

  Mianmian trembling with shame.

  She bit her lips.

  The smell of blood makes her more sober.

  She pressed her lips tightly and did not answer.

   Pei Jun was obviously impatient and threatened, "Quickly answer, give you one second, this is your last chance."

  Mianmian pulled the corners of her lips and smiled, "You better beat me to death."

   Pei Jun was cold, his blue eyes showed a bit of cold light.

   "Suck you to death? Sorry, there is no such option, me, and ten black people, choose one."

  Mianmian still sneered.

  "Is there a difference? It's all the same dirty, the same disgusting."

  The whip in Bae Jun's hand was raised instantly.

  Mianmian dodged subconsciously.

  The whip swiped across the edge of her cheek, and did not hit her.

   Pei Jun sneered, throwing away the whip, and reached out to pinch her cheeks.

   "You are very courageous, and you really want to die, waiting for Zhan Muqian to collect the corpse for you and the species in your stomach?"

  The girl calmly and resolutely said, "I just feel that I would rather die than being humiliated by a strange man. Rather than spend the rest of my life feeling sordid and shameful, it is better to just die."

   Pei Jun smiled evilly, "It's a pity, you probably don't know yet, Zhan Muqian can't collect your body for you."

  Mianmian frowned, "What do you mean?"

   Pei Jun laughed heartily, “Because he is already a corpse himself, don’t you know it, Zhan Muqian is dead.”

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