When Huanhuan woke up, she realized that she had returned to the house.
Her entire body was sore and weak, especially below her waist. She could barely feel anything.
Recalling Xue Ling's endless demands last night, she was furious.
She had clearly said no, but that guy still refused to let go of her.
And those embarrassing positions. Just thinking about them made her feel embarrassed.
Huanhuan rubbed her aching waist. "Shameless old hooligan!"
The 'old hooligan' pushed open the door and walked in. He was no longer the beast he was last night. He sat down beside her neatly dressed and reached out to massage her waist.
"Does it still hurt?"
Huanhuan glared at him weakly. "What do you think?"
Xue Ling smiled silently. He let Huanhuan lie on the bed and reached out to undress her.
Huanhuan was so frightened that she quickly covered her chest. "What are you doing?!"
