"Don't run, weren't you obedient the last few times? As long as you behave, the third uncle won't treat you unfairly."
Mu Xuri wrapped his left arm around Ning Anran's waist and swiftly slipped his right hand under her thin outer garment.
Without a moment's hesitation, his large hand grabbed the last bit of fabric and pulled it down.
Ning Anran was terrified; all those times, Mu Xuri had never been so direct and rough.
He had also never removed her underwear, touching her without any barrier.
She didn't know if she should raise her hand to grab that powerful big hand.
But suddenly, a sharp pain from her body left her no time to hesitate.
Ning Anran raised both her hands and clasped the big hand through her clothes.
"Third uncle, be gentler, it hurts."
Mu Xuri showed no pity; her pain only excited his impulses more.
His actions were utterly merciless, using such force as if treating her like a piece of pork.
"It hurts..."
Ning Anran felt no comfort, only pain.
