The Untamed Concubin

The iron arm around his waist suddenly contracted, as if trying to pull the ground into its embrace. Lou Qi had reached a state of absolute might, the kind that belonged to a man! But screw it, he used to be able to stand undefeated against ten burly men in a one-on-one fight. Who could tell him why he was now struggling against the hold of just one man Damn it!,A person sat on the ground, another sitting on top of him. His waist was locked by a pair of iron arms, held securely in their embrace. He had nothing covering his body, completely exposed. Two round orbs pressed tightly against his blood-stained chest. Only then did he realize how strong the other was; because in their embrace, he seemed so small. His face only reached the other's shoulder.,Headband, wearing strong attire, with a belt around the waist embroidered with ancient patterns and long cloth boots on his feet. Most strangely of all, there was also a sword at his waist!。