Song Yingjie stopped in his tracks and there was panic in his eyes. He stretched out his hand to help Ning Qing up, "Ning Qing, what is wrong with you? Does your stomach hurt badly?"
You don't say!
He probably meant, if she was not in pain, could she continue to act together with him?
It seems that he still had some conscience.
When he approached her, Ning Qing stood up. She used her two small hands to hold onto the boy's shoulder, her right thigh bent and immediately hit onto the bottom of the boy.
It was the go-to technique when meeting a pervert.
"Ah!" The boy cried out pitifully, and he used two hands to cup his bottom and knelt down on the floor.
There was the sound of keys turning that rang in his ears, Ning Qing turned and ran into the shower. She took a bucket of cold water and directly poured it onto the boy, soaking him from head to toe.
