"Your index finger is gone!" Fifteen answered.
"Is that so?"
Phoebe chuckled lightly and moved her index finger toward her left chest.
Just now, he only touched the area above her heart, but this time, it had moved to a critical position.
With ropes tied around her, her figure was even more pronounced, and his finger was pointed directly at the peaks of her chest.
"Are you sure?"
Fifteen shrank back slightly, "Move your finger away."
"Isn't my index finger gone? How can I move it?" Phoebe retorted.
Fifteen's teeth were grinding to dust; this bastard was obviously doing it on purpose.
Seeing her stay silent, Phoebe hooked his index finger and then gradually moved it closer to her soft mound.
Fifteen's heart raced, yet she gritted her teeth, refusing to concede.
Phoebe had originally thought she would beg for mercy, but who would've guessed this little girl was so stubborn.
