The next day, Zhao Yu climbed out of bed with a sore back and aching waist. Tiger Girl was already dressed like a fierce general, and said seriously, "Fool, you can't tell anyone about what happened last night, no one at all, got it?!"
Zhao Yu had never imagined he would be forced by a woman. Ashamed beyond words, he could only muster a goofy smile, "Got it, wifey…"
"Don't call me wifey, call me Tiger Girl!"
"Got it, Tiger Girl!"
"Good!" Tiger Girl nodded, pleased, and left.
"What kind of situation is this…"
After she left, Zhao Yu finally reverted to normal, on the verge of tears.
He hadn't expected that his first encounter in this world would be with a one-point-nine-meter muscular Barbie overpowering him.
The only thing that comforted him was that although Tiger Girl's physique was hardly feminine, at least her face looked like a woman's, not ugly at all. On its own, it was actually quite pretty.
