Lin Zhiyi watched Mark approach, struggling to fall from the chair, but her body didn't move an inch.
Mark stopped unhurriedly in front of her, crouched down, and touched her face and back with his hand.
"Such a perfect piece of skin, no wonder your price is so much higher than the others. Don't worry, I will be careful."
Skin?
Lin Zhiyi was startled and struggled to open her mouth, stammering, "What, what skin? What price, price..."
After saying this, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength and collapsed weakly on the ground, unable to move.
Mark, upon hearing her words, seemed to think of something exciting and twisted his hands uncontrollably.
Suddenly, he leaned close to Lin Zhiyi, his breath reeking of alcohol as he sinisterly smiled.
"You've been sold."
"..."
Lin Zhiyi, shocked, still tried to save herself, clenching her teeth while fighting with all her might.
"No! No! Stop! You'll leave bruises! It will ruin the aesthetic!"