Yang Fei closely watched Jiang Sui, observing the fluctuation in her gaze.
However, Yang Fei was disappointed.
In Jiang Sui's eyes, he only saw fear, but no sign of weakness.
His dagger glided downwards, slipping to Jiang Sui's neck, down to her chest and abdomen.
Then, his dagger hook opened the belt of Jiang Sui's dress.
A hint of disdain flashed in Jiang Sui's eyes, yet she raised her head even higher.
These filthy men, Jiang Sui knew exactly what they wanted to do to her next.
However, as a female special agent, she had undergone special training in this area and was not afraid.
Jiang Sui's black long dress gently slipped off.
Revealing her fit, youthful long legs, peach-shaped hips, with breathtaking curves.
Yang Fei's dagger continued to slide down, this time, reaching behind Jiang Sui's rear.
Its sharp tip lingered at Jiang Sui's backdoor.
The slight sting made Jiang Sui shiver suddenly.
Yang Fei laughed like a perverted madman.
