She was shocked, but also strangely limp and weak. A tingling sensation, like ants crawling under her skin, made it impossible for her to refuse this encounter.,Air rushed back into Nan Wanye's nostrils. She retched and coughed up a large pool of blood, then slumped half-reclined against the edge of the bathtub, gasping for breath heavily.,What kind of fetish does this original owner have To be in love with such a domestic abuser!。