The Billionaire's Priceless Darling: 33 Days of the CEO's Pursuit - Chapter 4 - The Ravished Day 4
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The man’s voice was cold and arrogantly boisterous.
Was he trying to intimidate her? This wasn’t the first time she had been threatened as a paparazzi.
“What photos?” Gu Xiaoai asked innocently, clutching her camera equipment. “I’m here to photograph the scenery.”
She had to find a way to escape. These photos were an exclusive scoop she couldn’t miss.
Her eyes darted around quickly; to her right was the lake, to her left, the barbed wire.
Gu Xiaoai took steps backward, thinking about the chances of turning around and making a run for it to escape…
“Hand them over!” The man lost his patience and swiftly pulled her hand, reaching towards her body.
His fingertips were scorchingly hot, making Gu Xiaoai tense up.
Was he really going to search her? This man must be insane!
Without thinking, she flung the storage card from her sweater pocket out towards the barbed wire…
…
The man’s eyes darkly followed the storage card as it landed on the narrow path just beyond the barbed wire…
Good, this action had thoroughly infuriated him!
She still wasn’t ready to hand over the stealthily taken photos.
Such a reckless woman.
“I despise those who won’t see the coffin before crying.” Li Juefeng pushed her against the barbed wire, closing in on her with a strong masculine presence. One hand pressed beside her head against the wire, while the other slipped beneath her V-neck sweater, arrogantly cupping her breast.
Tch… This size, nowhere near Guan Nana’s.
Li Juefeng scoffed disdainfully.
Gu Xiaoai’s eyes widened in shock. What was this man doing?! What was his hand doing?!
“Pervert!” Realizing what was happening, Gu Xiaoai cursed loudly, dropping her camera equipment to push him away.
Pervert?
This was just the beginning…
At only 165 cm tall and slender, she was practically a shrimp in his presence, her small fists hitting him as if merely scratching an itch.
Li Juefeng effortlessly held her squirming body down, removing the DSLR camera hanging around her neck and tossing it aside. He leaned closer to her terrified face and sneered, “I’ll lower myself to teach you the cost of voyeurism.”
A voice like it came from hell.
“Hiss-”
A Swiss Army knife gently traced a line at the base of her thigh, leaving a bloody mark.
The pain of her skin being cut made her shiver.
Li Juefeng yanked her long white skirt, which barely covered her petite buttocks.