This position is very strange, the dead pervert really can't shake me off, and I use my strength to feed, I want to bite his finger off.

His face turned gloomy, and he pinched my chin with his other hand and held up his bloody index finger: "You're a dog, are you really biting?" ”

His body was hot, but why did I feel more and more cold, and when I saw his handsome face, I was even colder, and I dared to call me a dog, so I lowered my head and bit him on the collarbone without thinking about it.

He yelled and shook me off, and I was defenseless, and my head hit the ship's mast, and the sky spun around.

My stubborn temper has come up again, if people don't offend me, I won't offend anyone, if people offend me, I will give three points, and if people commit again, they will cut down the grass and eradicate the roots.

I pounced and grabbed it on the face of the dead pervert, I have fought with Yi Huayang since I was a child, what I am best at is hand-to-hand combat, even if I can't take advantage, I won't let you have such a good time.

He dodged backwards, but I approached step by step, and the canopy was so big, and the two of us fought fiercely, and the boat shook as if it was about to overturn.

He finally couldn't stand it anymore, grabbed my hands and pressed me to the ground, his knees against my lower abdomen, crossed my hands around my neck and chin, and asked me viciously: "If you make trouble, I'm not polite to you." ”

I'm so easy to fool, I've suffered so many losses since I was a child, I have long known the truth that people are good and are bullied, especially for such a dead pervert, compromise means killing yourself.

I straightened up, and with the iron head skills I had practiced since I was a child, I originally wanted to hit his chin, but the angle was not well estimated, and I hit him in the chest.

A burst of gold stars in your eyes, dead pervert, is your chest iron, so hard, it hurts......

I had no strength, and I was imprisoned on the ground by him, unable to move, with an enlarged face in front of me.

Before I could understand what was going on, I touched something warm on my lips, followed by a sharp pain.

I opened my mouth wide in pain, and before I could open my mouth, someone had already pried my mouth open, and my tongue was bitten.

I finally understood what had happened, and the dead pervert actually kissed me.

I shook my head to prevent him from coming closer, but he was so perverted that one hand grabbed the hand I wanted to resist, and the other hand was able to hold my head and my knees.

He was like a devil, plundering my mouth like this, I had never experienced it before, I couldn't move or make a sound, and tears flowed instantly.

He finally stopped, pinched my chin, and stared at me carefully, and I also looked at him: "Dead pervert, you touch me again, I'll kill your whole family." ”

He sneered twice, as if deliberately against me, and with a stab, he tore my clothes and lowered his head to bite me on the chest.

The pain and shame made me scold: "Dead pervert, old pervert, I greet your ancestors for eighteen generations." I ......"

I trembled with fear, and subconsciously arched my body, breaking free of one hand to push him.

My mind was so jumbled that I had completely forgotten what I could do, and I just shook my head and signaled my rejection.

But the dead pervert was completely insane, his hand went down my jeans, I knew what was going on next, I was so frightened that I groped around in the ground, and I didn't know what I touched, grabbed it and smashed it on his head.

He finally let go of me, and I screamed and rolled over and sat up, only to see that what I was holding in my hand was actually a coffee cup.

The coffee cup was shattered, and I was crushed in my hand, blood from one hand.

And the dead pervert, the blood slowly flowed from the door of the head, flowing to the face, under the reflection of the firelight, like a vampire.

I threw away my coffee cup in fright, and leaned back on the canopy: "You...... Don't come here, you ......."

I was really scared, afraid that he would pounce on me and do something to me.

He looked at me, scolded something in a low voice, and looked at me: "I like this temperament." ”