Holding her phone tightly, Wen Zhixia stared intently at the suggestive pictures sent to her.,She shook her head, her tone still mild, but her words were sharp: "Since he promised you, why are you calling me Miss, do you need money for an abortion or contraception Two hundred dollars is enough I can pretend to be a charity giver. If it's not enough... I'll have to settle accounts with you.",He clung to her, nibbling at her delicate neck with wanton hunger: "Xiaxia, tell me," he whispered.。