e, urgent and filled with concern, rang out. "Young Master, Madam hasn't come back yet. She always calls me if she doesn't return, but today there was no call at all. I tried calling her, but no one a..."You bastard, I'll kill you!" Su Han, who was dragged back, raised her hand to slap Zhang Coach's wretched face, but before she could even touch him, Zhang Coach grabbed her hand and pressed it down beside her head. 。"Okay, but before that, let me have some fun with you." 。Coach Zhang grabbed Su Han's hands with one hand, fixing them above her head. With his other hand, he grasped Su Han's clothes and ripped them forcefully. 。

"Rip" 。a sound 。The buttons on the leisure suit all burst open. 。"No~~~" Su Han cried out weakly, tears streaming down her face. She struggled, she twisted her body, but she still couldn't break free from Coach Zhang's grip. 。"Don't cry, this is just the beginning." 。her. Her heart was warm and fuzzy. 。He simply watched as he blew dry his hair, carefully combing it several times with a comb to make sure there were no knots. Then, he picked up a simple, floral pat...