Where is the righteous fairy you promised me?

[Current touch count: 15 times. ]

[Current probability of falling: 54.5% (50% + 4.5%). ]

Almost just for a moment.

Yang Wanyin's more sensitive body made it increasingly difficult for her to endure.

Add to that the role substitution index that is more than ten times higher.

For a moment, Yang Wanyin really wanted to give up!

Especially when Jiang Ning walked in front of her again, hooked her pointed and white chin, and forced her to look up and look at him.

Then, with Yang Wanyin's almost uncontrollable fear, he sneered:

"What a pity, Fairy Yang has been captured by me again.

So, is Fairy Yang ready?

I will punish you myself!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Yang Wanyin's pupils dilated violently and her body began to tremble.

She couldn't help but recall the torture of having her skirt lifted up, removing the last obstacle, and being slapped again and again.

Looking at Jiang Ning's cold eyes without a trace of warmth.

Yang Wanyin felt that she had never been so afraid of him before.

The next moment, Jiang Ning suddenly grabbed her increasingly messy hair and pulled it towards her.

His actions were extremely rough, without a trace of mercy towards women.

Yang Wanyin was forced onto Jiang Ning's legs.

She watched Jiang Ning remove the last obstacle and raised his big hand high.

Then, he fell down with great force.

"No--"

187- Crying? Crying also counts as time!

In the dim night.

Yang Wanyin was lying on the ground with her dress in disarray.

Those long, beautiful legs wrapped in ultra-thin stockings with several tears in them.

At this moment, it opens to both sides, presenting the posture of a duck sitting.

But the strange feeling coming from under her skirt was constantly impacting Yang Wanyin's mind.

More than a dozen "punishments" filled Yang Wanyin's remaining sanity with intense humiliation.

Jiang Ning's merciless treatment of women was like a sharp blade.

Her self-esteem, which was already full of holes, was pierced with holes.

But even so, Yang Wanyin still didn't dare to look up.

Because Jiang Ning was standing in front of her at this moment, looking down at her condescendingly.

The look in his eyes when he looked at the slave girl deeply hurt Yang Wanyin's proud heart.

Yang Wanyin only felt that in his eyes, she was just an insignificant pet.

Her stubbornness, her pride, her persistence...

Here in Jiangning, nothing matters!

Yang Wanyin suddenly felt very tired.

very tired.

She fought desperately against the mission penalty and retained a little bit of her sanity.

It won't lead to him becoming a plaything that only knows how to scream in fear at Jiang Ning because of too many mission penalties.

But now, Yang Wanyin regretted that she still had her rationality.

Because from beginning to end, she could clearly feel...

There was nothing she could do about the current situation.

She couldn't resist Jiang Ning's humiliation.

She couldn't stand the excessive punishment.

Whenever Jiang Ning's big hand fell, Yang Wanyin would always feel comfortable involuntarily.

Yes, this is what Yang Wanyin cannot accept the most.

Obviously she hated him so much, rejected him so much, resented him so much...

But when the blow hit her body, Yang Wanyin felt it.

She obviously didn't want this.

She really doesn't want this.

But her body didn't listen to her at all.

He even cooperated with Jiang Ning actively for some unknown reason.

After the "punishment", Yang Wanyin's remaining sanity returned.

The incomparable humiliation almost made Yang Wanyin unable to breathe.

However, before Yang Wanyin could suppress the negative emotions that surged up in her heart...

Jiang Ning, who was standing in front of her, suddenly leaned down and grabbed her pointed chin in an extremely rough manner.

When Yang Wanyin met those cold eyes, her delicate body couldn't stop shaking.

He said in a cold voice, which was almost emotionless to Yang Wanyin's ears:

"Fairy Yang, the break time is over."

Looking at Jiang Ning's face, which was half bright and half dark in the pale moonlight.

Yang Wanyin, who had already found it difficult to remain rational, was now suddenly overwhelmed by an intense fear.

At this moment, Yang Wanyin, who was constantly bombarded by various negative emotions, finally couldn't hold on any longer.

The corners of her eyes were red, and crystal tears appeared in those beautiful eyes filled with fear and grievance.

Gradually, her tears, like pearls falling from a broken string, quietly slid down her cheeks to the ground.

The furrowed brows seemed to express unspeakable pain.

One can't help but want to hold her tightly in his arms and protect her until the end of the world.

But Jiang Ning would not comfort her at this time.

Instead, he just watched Yang Wanyin crying in grievance.

She cried silently, like a low hum in the evening breeze.

The poignant beauty of a beautiful woman's sobs is fully displayed on this pitiful face.

Yang Wanyin looked at Jiang Ning's expressionless face, and her thoughts gradually drifted away.

From childhood to adulthood, Yang Wanyin rarely cries.

But whenever she was sad and crying, Chu Xinyue would always appear in front of her.

Then he wiped the tears from her face with a look of heartache.

Then think of various ways to try to make her happy.

But here, without her sister Xinyue...

There is only Jiang Ning who is like a devil.

"Still crying?"

"Crying also counts as time!"

"Still not running?!"

Yang Wanyin was so frightened that her body trembled.

Under the threat of Jiang Ning's raised hand, Yang Wanyin stood up hurriedly.

"Snapped!"

A clear and sweet voice sounded.

Yang Wanyin's pretty face turned red. She covered her lips tightly, trying to suppress the sound in her throat.

Then he immediately moved his long legs and staggered forward.

"Da da da……"

The sound of hurried and crisp footsteps once again rang out in the streets.

Jiang Ning looked at Yang Wanyin, whose running posture was very awkward due to her high sensitivity, but also had a somewhat erotic look, and thought to himself:

"Yang Wanyin, you must hate me very much, right?"

"Just hate me!"

"I'm waiting for your negative favorability..."

“It’s reached its limit!”

……

five minutes later.

Jiang Ning caught Yang Wanyin again.

Then he tortured her severely in the most humiliating way.

The crisp sound of palms hitting flesh.

It's like the seductive and delicate moans of orioles and swallows.

The low sobbing sounded particularly distressing.

They rang out in unison in the dark corner.

It seems to add a bit of charming atmosphere to this gloomy and eerie city.

【ding dong——】

[Already bound to the girl of destiny: Yang Wanyin. 】

[Current favorability: -70. ]

……

ten minutes later.

As expected, Yang Wanyin was caught by Jiang Ning again.

Ignoring her eyes that already seemed to beg for mercy.

Jiang Ning pushed her into a corner step by step.

Then he raised his hand, hooked her chin, and kissed her hard.

Yang Wanyin's first kiss, which she had kept for nearly twenty years, was taken away by Jiang Ning.

【ding dong——】

[Already bound to the girl of destiny: Yang Wanyin. 】

[Current favorability: -75. ]

……

Fifteen minutes later.

Yang Wanyin was caught by Jiang Ning again.