"Ah!" James Brown was in the midst of his showy moves when he suddenly let out a low cry, quickly lifting his head with one hand over his mouth, his lips now unbearably painful, and there was a salty taste - Helen Wilson had actually bitten through them.
"Are you a dog or something?" James Brown was bitten quite harshly, the pain instantly wiping away all his desire, glaring at Helen Wilson angrily.
A hint of regret flickered in Helen Wilson's eyes, but she immediately retorted with glaring eyes, "I told you I'm not playing this game, who asked you to force me, this is your lesson."
"You... you... I'm really at your mercy." James Brown, frustrated, flipped out of bed and went to the bathroom to check on his wound.
At that moment, Helen Wilson also tried to sit up, but pain surged up from below her belly, her mouth twitching slightly as she muttered to herself with a bitter smile, "This is really getting out of hand."
