Her tone was full of self-depraved frivolity and indifference as if she had already used her identity as a “tool”.
Lawrence paused his movements.
Her words were like a bucket of water poured down from his head. The man’s face turned cold in an instant.
He grabbed Charlotte’s neck hard. With reddened eyes, he looked at her, gritting his teeth.
Charlotte bit her lower lip hard. Although she couldn’t help trembling under his hand, she still looked up at him with a faint smile.
“Mr. Harris, what are you so angry about? As your tool, I’m doing what I ought to do and get ready. Why are you so mad?”
Lawrence’s eyebrows twitched violently.
He knew that she had done it on purpose.
She deliberately humiliated herself and provoked him.
Good job! Awesome!
The next second, the man suddenly stood up and kicked the wheelchair, which bumped onto the wall not far from him fiercely.
squinted his eyes
about what you
Gritting his teeth, he dragged Charlotte’s arm and tossed her on the ground
there was a click from
hair without any
a tool? Show me how you do
her stiffened body. Her shoulders faintly heaved. The next second,
She was crying.
felt his heart tightened slightly. A stream of suffocation
the crystal tears on the
his strong hand, violently dragged her
rudely stripped her, grabbed her chin hard,
subconsciously closed her eyes, waiting for the
gentle and his movements
like true lovers -- they hugged each other face-to-face, kissed, and enjoyed having sex tenderly. He