"Yeah, how about fifty thousand? Stop it, if you continue, I'll die!" Du Chunjiao shouted, begging for mercy, her body gritting teeth and straining to pull away.
Wu Song didn't stop Du Chunjiao anymore.
He let her pull away.
With a pop, the big gun was pulled out from between her thighs, scarlet and menacing, exuding a chilling aura, showing no signs of weakness.
Seeing this, Du Chunjiao was instantly terrified, looking at Wu Song with fright, this was too strong.
How can a man be like this?
"Fifty thousand, I'll give it to you right now." Du Chunjiao hurriedly pulled up her panties, but because of the big movement, they got tight, causing her to gasp. Looking down, she saw her entrance already red and swollen, and she felt a wave of fear, if Wu Song continued, it might rupture and bleed.
Du Chunjiao carefully adjusted her panties, then picked up her phone to transfer fifty thousand to Wu Song.
Thinking about having already transferred two hundred thousand earlier.
