Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Mexiling looked at her for a while and said, "no one can refuse me, neither can you."

Joey tried to reason with him: "Mr. Mo, you can't force people to be difficult, I..."

Suddenly, the light and shadow flashed, almost faster than the lightning, and moxiling's hand was pinched around her neck.

He stood there, beautiful and handsome, with a cold smile on the corners of his mouth, but Joey was tired of breathing. He felt that his big hands were stuck in his neck like pliers, and the oxygen was pulled away from his lungs, and the pain of suffocation was spreading in his heart.

She opened her mouth like a thirsty fish, desperately trying to breathe in a little oxygen, but finally, the boundless darkness came up and fell into a coma. Joey thought that she died in the hands of such a handsome man!

The coma was only brief. Joey soon woke up, but she would rather not wake up and see the terrible scene.

Her limbs were locked by very thin metal handcuffs and she lay on the bed like a big word,

Mexiling had taken off her dark blue coat and was wearing a soft white shirt. She stood by the bed, her clear eyes scanning her body inch by inch.

Joey was terrified, but when she looked at his face, she was relieved.

In the face of her young girl's body, the man's face has no erotic color at all. His eyes are clear and calm. It seems that he is really just inspecting the goods. There is no difference between looking at her and looking at a pig.

But embarrassment is inevitable. Especially when he looks at her private part, Joey only feels that the blood all over her body rushes to the top of her head. It seems that she will break out from there the next moment. She really wants to bite her teeth and commit suicide. What's the difference between such humiliation and touching her? He just replaced his body with his eyes.

"Not bad, not a scar, very clean." He looked at her condescending and indifferent: "to be my woman, you have to abide by my rules. First, don't let yourself get hurt and leave ugly scars. Second, be obedient, or you will suffer. Third, I hate crying. You'd better not try. If you can't do these three points, go away! "

Joey heard himself ask softly, "I can't do one. Can I go away now?"

The man raised his eyebrows and seemed surprised. Soon he smiled again, "the lesson just now seems not enough."

He was laughing, but Joey was even more afraid. He didn't know what he would do to her.

The man sat down, put his hand to her neck and stopped there. Joey thought he would pinch himself again. Unexpectedly, soon his hand slipped to his chest. Joey twisted his body in panic, "stop, you pervert, coyote, son of a bitch!"

Seeing the fear on her face, the man raised his mouth and slowly slid his palm over his soft belly: "you can scold a little harder."

Joey flattened his mouth and cried in his voice: "please, don't do this, Mr. Mo, you can do whatever you want me to do. Don't do this to me, please."

Her unofficial body trembled under the touch of a man, and her begging eyes were like a frightened deer.

The man's hand stopped under her belly. It was very cold. She trembled more and more, and her voice sobbed like a kitten.

He looked at her quietly, took his hand back and left without saying a word.

"Mr. Mo," she called him timidly, "I really have to go back. If I don't go back, my parents should be worried. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about tonight. "

He turned his back to her and said in a cold voice, "I have informed your family that you will stay in Mohist school tonight."