Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Mexiling slowly raised his head and opened a little distance from her. In the dim light, his face was so beautiful that it was unreal, and there seemed to be a dark tide in his dark eyes.

Joy was so frightened that her heart stopped and stayed there.

The man took her hand behind him and smiled, "what are you doing?"

"No," she quickly denied, "nothing."

The man sat up and leaned against the head of the bed to look at her. Suddenly he hissed, and his face was full of ridicule.

Joey realized that things were bad. Was he aware of her motives?

After watching her for a while, mexiling jumped out of bed, took off the scabbard on the wall, and pulled out the slender and bright sword from inside: "are you looking for this?"

Joey was stunned. She hid her sword under the mattress. Why did she go back to the scabbard?

Mexiling shook his sword in the air for a few times, made a hissing sound, suddenly brushed it and pointed to her: "do you want to kill me?"

Joey shrank into a ball and shivered under the quilt: "no, absolutely not, I swear to God!"

Moxi Ling's eyes flashed and smiled: "you are a woman who talks a lot."

He dropped his hand and went to the bedside. His fingers turned dexterously, and the hilt of his sword pointed at her: "here you are."

Joey shook his head in horror and thought with his toes that he was testing her!

"Take it!" He gave a low cry, with dignity that could not be ignored.

Joey shuddered, sat up slowly and took the sword with shaking hands.

"Stab me," moxiling pointed to his chest and looked calm.

"No, No." Joey shrunk his hand shakily.

Mexiling pulled her out of bed, raised her hand, and pointed the sword at her chest. "I allow you to stab in if you want." As he spoke, his hand exerted a little force, and the tip of the sword pierced his skin through his white pajamas. The blood immediately dyed red, shocking.

Joey is creepy. The pervert plays so big. Where is she his opponent?

As soon as his hand was released, the sword "banged" fell to the ground. Joey was about to cry, his legs were soft, and "Po Tong" knelt down: "Mr. Mo, please forgive me!"

Moxiling looked at the tears in her eyes and frowned, "don't cry."

"Don't cry, I don't cry," Joey quickly wiped his eyes and forced a smile at him.

The man's expression was even more disgusted: "don't laugh."

Joey's stiff smile was immediately collected. She couldn't cry or laugh. She must cooperate with the big pervert, or the sword should be inserted into her!

At this moment, her pride was hidden automatically. She was afraid of death!

Joey lowered her head, clenched her teeth and thought: if he really wants her, give him the right. As long as she keeps her life, she can forget it for the rest of her life.

"Get up." The cold voice sounded in the quiet space.

Joey seemed to stand up like a conditioned reflex and didn't dare to be slighted.

Cold fingers raised her chin. "Am I satisfied with what you want?"

"No, not satisfied, I don't..."

"Dissatisfied? Then do it again. I can make you stab deeper. "

Joey was so frightened that he waved his hand: "no, I didn't mean that!"

"That's satisfaction?"

Joey didn't dare to say anything. How did she answer this dilemma?

"Well, you acquiesced. Should you satisfy me now?"