The Little Female Demon Needed a Ruthless Lesson!

With her throat pinched and her breathing in disarray, Qin Zhaoer still held her face high, her reddened eyes glaring straight back at him.

"I am a pervert," she said, her final note rising sharply. "What are you going to do about it?"

Their eyes met, and neither was willing to lower their head first.

"What am I going to do?"

Qin Wangchuan gave a low shout and pressed her down hard again.

"I'll see how you beg for mercy later!"

"Beg for mercy?" Though pinned down, Qin Zhaoer still let out a scornful laugh. "You think you can make me beg for mercy?"

At first, she could still endure it.

Gritting her teeth, she took all of that force head-on and even had the leisure to raise her face in provocation.

"Is that all?"

"It's not such a big deal."

"Don't forget—I know exactly how much strength you have, when you'll use how much force, and what tricks you'll try next. I know it all with my eyes closed."

Qin Wangchuan seemed not to hear her string of boasts at all.

He bent down beside her ear, his voice lowered.

"You can read me through and through. Do you think I can't read you through and through?"

Qin Zhaoer stiffened her neck, refusing to show weakness.

"Hmph, hmph! So what?"

"That was then, this is now. That was in the trial."

"My body is perfectly clean now. Your old tricks won't work on me!"

She spoke with utter righteousness, and that was precisely where her confidence came from.

Yet the facts proved that she was wrong.

"Hiss... You, be gentler! Are you a dog?" Her taunting gradually changed pitch, her momentum crumbling inch by inch.

Until Qin Wangchuan, familiar with the terrain, found Qin Zhaoer's most fatal weak point.