Her back hit the sofa and almost knocked the wind out of her. There was a loud buzz in Jennifer's head as if she was about to faint. She almost didn't see Hans making his way over. She only sobered up when he towered over her.
Holding the torn collar of her shirt, she clenched her teeth and retreated to the corner of the sofa.
"You want me to do it myself?"
Hans's eyes were cold as ice. He reached out and grabbed her delicate ankle. She didn't dare to move any more out of reflex.
"Hans... please... I beg you..."
She sobbed and looked at him pitifully, showing her survival instinct intermittently.
Hans coldly looked past her cheeks stared into her eyes.
She trembled and bit her lower lip. Although she was pained deep down, she dared not say a word.
Hans always had the final say in t
