chapter 132 A strain of Polygonatum

The woman was trembling all over, her face was pale, her forehead was covered with beads of sweat as big as peas, and her body was constantly curled up. Feeling Douglas Chu's approach, the woman opened her eyes with difficulty and kept shaking her head. "no, do not want." A sound as thin as a mosquito moan came from his mouth. "Shut up if you don't want to die." Douglas Chu knelt down and ignored the woman. Instead, he stretched out his hands and pressed them on the woman's chest. A soft...