Hubby's Deep Love Will Never Change-Chapter 1199 Heather of the Other Shore Flower (223)

Some of them laughed upon seeing this: "Stop fooling around! So soon? Was it too short for you?"

Some asked, "Why the long face? Don’t you want it? Although she’s a bit ugly, her body isn’t bad. Just close your eyes and get on with it! It’s all the same with the lights out anyway!"

"Go, go, go, she’s my goddess’ sister. I can’t do it! Whoever wants to, go ahead! I’m going back to the city for some fun!"

"Go ahead! Running all the way back to the city! You’re crazy! Suit yourself! If you won’t, I will!"

There were seven or eight people here in total, and one by one they went in. It took a while, so someone suggested, "Why not all together? Or else we’ll be waiting forever."

"Get lost! Who wants to do it with you! I’m not interested!" With that, he went in first, locking the door, worried someone would be too impatient and burst in.

Heather sat on the ground, leaning against the wall, completely still.

The man crudely removed his vest and threw it on the floor, unbuckling his belt as he walked over. He found her unafraid demeanor somewhat odd, but then thought it normal.

What could she do against seven or eight men, even if she had some skills?

So he muttered, smiling, "It’s good to know your place, save yourself from suffering. Little beauty, if you please me well, maybe I’ll let you enjoy it too."

He took off his pants and approached Heather, squatting down, with one hand lifting her chin.

However, despite his words, he didn’t dare untie her, afraid she might react violently, and that would be troublesome.

"Master, do you like being on top or underneath?" Heather’s lips curled into a seductive smile.

The man froze for a moment, then burst into laughter, "Let’s see how you serve me! I don’t mind if you want to be on top."

With that, he untied the rope on her feet, "Come on!"

"I’ll serve you well." Heather laughed flirtatiously, sitting on his stiff abdomen.

But the next second, the curve of her mouth gradually diminished, and her eyes were filled with malice.

The man’s eyes widened in shock!

How were her hands free!

He wanted to get up, but it was already too late. A sharp blade pressed against his throat, and she laughed, "Friendly warning, best not move."

"You—" With an icy blade at his throat, how could he dare move?

Joking, one shake of her hand and he’d be bleeding all over!

"Shh," Heather pressed the index finger of her other hand to her lips, "Don’t make noise, keep quiet for now."

How did she free her hands?

It was child’s play.

Escape techniques were the most fundamental thing they had to learn, and she could free herself from binding in just seconds.

Using the rope that tied her, she easily tied him up, tossed him aside, clapped her hands, "Go ahead and call."

"What?"

"What else could it be? Call what you’re supposed to now. If you yell the wrong thing, my hand might shake."

She squatted in front of him, raising the blade, smiling wickedly.

"As for where my shaking hand lands..." pointing at his throat, then moving down, "could be here or below... that will be unknown."

With a gulp, he swallowed.

This woman... what kind of monster is she?

Heather squatted there, listening to the gut-wrenching cries. Soon voices came from outside as they discussed and rushed over, pressing close to listen, buzzing with discussion.