"Oh? A failing grade?" He stroked her slender and long arms before exerting a little strength as a sly look flashed across his eyes. "Then, I will continue until I pass."
"No—no! I was wrong; please let me off."
Hearing that he wanted to continue, the woman, who was already hurting all over, wanted so much to open his head and see what was in it. Were her words that hard to understand?
"Why are you begging for forgiveness already? Didn't you say I got a failing grade? Failing means that you are not satisfied. As my woman, is there something wrong with me continuing until you are satisfied?"
"I am very, very satisfied. It's the truth."
Between revenge and life, the latter was more important to her.
She ingratiatingly lay in bed and acted cutesy to him. "Mr. Ji, I was very satisfied with your performance last night. Is that fine?"
"Then, do you want to give me another 500 yuan?"
