“Ava, you are dead.” Chase gritted his teeth and rushed over.
Ava hurriedly fled, but fled to the door, and in the end it was unavoidable to be caught. Chase slammed her against the door, caught her with two hands with one hand, and raised her above her head. The hand picked her chin, forcing her to look at him.
Seeing her staring innocently, his lips curled evilly, “My dear niece, my uncle will let you taste the sweetness of this cake.”
As he said, he leaned over and lowered his head, covering Ava’s lips with creamy lips.
Immediately afterwards, the tongue pried open her teeth and sent the cake cream to her mouth, forcing her to eat it.
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