The Untamed Concubin

Lou Qi wanted to retreat quickly, but his waist was held tightly, preventing him from moving. His gaze flew upwards rapidly, landing on a strong jawline first, then a thin, pursed lip, a handsome nose bridge, and finally, a pair of eyes that met his.,The iron arm around his waist suddenly contracted, as if trying to pull the ground into its embrace. Lou Qi had reached a state of absolute might, the kind that belonged to a man! But screw it, he used to be able to stand undefeated against ten burly men in a one-on-one fight. Who could tell him why he was now struggling against the hold of just one man Damn it!,A person sat on the ground, another sitting on top of him. His waist was locked by a pair of iron arms, held securely in their embrace. He had nothing covering his body, completely exposed. Two round orbs pressed tightly against his blood-stained chest. Only then did he realize how strong the other was; because in their embrace, he seemed so small. His face only reached the other's shoulder.。