Unbound by any rules

Holding her phone tightly, Wen Zhixia stared intently at the suggestive pictures sent to her.,She shook her head, her tone still mild, but her words were sharp: "Since he promised you, why are you calling me Miss, do you need money for an abortion or contraception Two hundred dollars is enough I can pretend to be a charity giver. If it's not enough... I'll have to settle accounts with you.",He clung to her, nibbling at her delicate neck with wanton hunger: "Xiaxia, tell me," he whispered.。