Bai Ting's face was as red as an autumn apple, even her ears were flushed. Her almond-shaped eyes were filled with tears, and her voice was soft: "Could you... help me?"
Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow; "What exactly are you trying to do, coming to someone's house and taking off your clothes in the middle of the night?"
Bai Ting's face flushed even more, and she stammered, unable to speak. She increased the force, and in her panic, she accidentally broke the zipper, causing her skirt to fall open and onto the ground.
Suddenly exposed to the air, Bai Ting crossed her arms over her chest, her pink bra barely concealed. She silently sniffed, her voice trembling slightly: "I...I'm willing to give it to you."
Zhang Fan glanced at Bai Ting's figure, his gaze lingering on it. He had no shortage of women and wasn't interested in such a thin, bony figure; it was just that Bai Ting was different from other women.
Bai Ting's body is covered with scars of all sizes, like torn silk, which are particularly glaring. There are also many purplish scars on her wrists, some of which are still bleeding.
Zhang Fan withdrew his gaze, his voice icy as he asked, "Are you trying to extort me?"
Bai Ting's tears fell like broken beads. She rushed over and hugged Zhang Fan's waist with both hands.
"Zhang Fan, please, take me. I'm not trying to blackmail you."
Bai Ting's body was trembling, and even her voice was shaky.
Her fragrance quickly filled Zhang Fan's nostrils. Zhang Fan grabbed Bai Ting's wrists with both hands, preparing to pull her away.
Unexpectedly, Bai Ting already knew his intentions and struggled desperately. Zhang Fan looked at her thin arms and was afraid that he would break them if he used too much force, so he did not dare to use force. In the struggle, his hand accidentally touched that soft mass.
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