Shen Qilin did not care whether Qing Lin's flesh tasted sour.
Before transmigrating, Shen Qilin had been a shut-in who had never touched a woman in his life, so he was not picky.
Besides, Qing Lin was quite pretty herself. A future Dou Sheng Expert and the bearer of the Triple Jade-Green Snake Flower Pupils—Shen Qilin was determined to have her no matter what.
Shen Qilin carried her to the bedside, tossed her onto the bed, then bent down and pressed himself over her.
His wicked face loomed larger and larger before Qing Lin's eyes.
Terror spread across Qing Lin's face. She struggled fiercely, unwilling to let Shen Qilin violate her.
She would rather die than submit.
Rather than disgust Shen Qilin, Qing Lin's struggles only stirred his desire to conquer her.
It was the classic case of, The harder you struggle, the more excited this old pig gets, and the stronger he becomes.
Seeing that her struggles were useless, and that Shen Qilin's lustful face was drawing ever closer, Qing Lin closed her eyes in despair.
Helpless tears spilled from her eyes. Was she really going to lose her chastity here today?
Was she going to be violated by a beast like him?
Qing Lin wanted to bite off her tongue and kill herself.
She did not want to be molded into his shape.
Qing Lin bit down on her tongue.
Shen Qilin seemed to see through her intentions. He seized her jaw, forced her mouth open, and stuffed a rag into it, giving Qing Lin no chance to bite off her tongue and kill herself.
Shen Qilin had no intention of playing with her corpse while it was still warm!
If he was going to play, he wanted her alive.
Realizing that even suicide was impossible, Qing Lin