"p*****t!" Chandler raised her hand and slapped Michael across his face.
With the crisp slap sound in the air, Michael's eyes became even more gloomy.
His cold eyes made Chandler tremble. The next moment, he pressed her on the desk!
Chandler's face was pressed against the wooden desk, and her whole body was thrown on the hard wooden board. Her lower abdomen was aching from the sharp edge of the table.
"Michael Guan, you bastard, what do you want to do?" As much as Chandler was shouting, she had lost all her strength and confidence.
Michael pressed one of Chandler's hands against her back. Since Chandler had already been fixed on the table, she could not move at all. Moreover, she felt as if her arm was about to be wrung off.
"What am I doing? I'm teaching you how to be
