Su Ningyan looked at his expression and couldn't help giggling to herself, "I won't let go, unless you promise me."
Zhuo Junyue was at his wit's end - this girl's audacity was growing larger by the day.
He wrapped an arm around her waist, and in a swift motion, pressed her firmly onto the bed.
"Little demon, you asked for this," he said.
With a swift tug from Zhuo Junyue, her sexy sleepwear met its glorious end.
Clasping his hand, Su Ningyan said, "Uncle, does this mean you agree?"
He ground his teeth in annoyance, "If you can even leave bed tomorrow, we'll talk about this."
That night, poor Su Ningyan experienced several challenging positions.
In essence, she felt like a piece of meat, practically squished into a meat paste by him.
The next morning, rubbing her aching back, and glancing at her torn clothes scattered all around, she silently cursed, 'Beast!'
Zhuo Junyue too woke up, and looked at her huffy expression, "Weren't you satisfied last night?"
