An Yun flicks her mouth and says: "Hmph, you underestimate me. What do I care? It's not like I'm afraid of dying." An Yun absolutely refuses to show weakness in front of Zhang Ziwen.
"Good that you're not afraid. Now, I need your cooperation. Tear open your uniform first." Zhang Ziwen's gaze involuntarily moves to her ample bosom— this is the habitual look of a man thinking dirty thoughts, and Zhang Ziwen is no exception.
"…Bastard…what are you saying?…Pervert." An Yun's face turns red, she shrinks back, sitting on the toilet lid, his gaze is a tad lewd.
Zhang Ziwen pauses at her rebuke, realizing he's been staring in the wrong place. He awkwardly laughs and says: "…Don't misunderstand, my point is… you're here for a… reason, you'll need to play along when you go out…"
