Chapter Five Hundred Seventy-Seven: It Won't Come That Easy
He was like an old lecher who hadn't touched a woman in years.
"You..."
The beauty hadn't expected Yang Yifeng to be so shameless. She had already failed; how could he still look at her with that kind of gaze? And he was purposely staring at places he shouldn't—like her almost completely bare upper body right in front of him. This guy...
"Aren't you going to let go of me?"
Seeing the sly smile on Yang Yifeng's face, the woman felt a wave of shame and anger. She was no match for Yang Yifeng, but she was unwilling to be pinned down by him so firmly. Immediately, she started struggling violently.
However, her struggles were utterly ineffective against Yang Yifeng. He said, "You'd better stay still; that would be wise. As for letting you go, I never even considered it. Just now you tried to kill me and failed, yet you expect me to release you. Do you think the world is that forgiving?"