Yan Beihan is about to explode.
Fang Che hurriedly said, "Then use a bit more strength, I'll cooperate with you a little, we should be able to get rid of it. Your body is getting heavier, what's happening..."
Yan Beihan felt bitter hatred in her heart.
Nearly bit her silver teeth to pieces.
How can this old lady use force when her body is all soft?
"Bastard! Rascal! Son of a bitch!"
Yan Beihan shouted with rage, her shame and anger reaching an extreme, suddenly lowered her head and bit into Fang Che's shoulder.
Her teeth were sharp.
Fang Che let out a miserable groan, a stream of blood immediately gurgled out, spreading in the water...
"Spare me! Are you a damn dog!?"
Yan Beihan held on tightly and wouldn't let go.
Fang Che got anxious, pushing the water with all his might, bringing both of them rushing forward madly.
Indeed, they're not patting their asses anymore.
