"Do I even need to say it!"
Zhao Yang said with a mischievous smile, "You have the nerve to ask me that, I'll give you credit for your guts. Just wait until we get home tonight, and see how I'll deal with you! Then we'll see if you still dare to ask who's the big and who's the small king."
This time, Zhang Xiuer's face turned almost completely red. She said shyly and coyly, "Alright, alright, you're the big king, you're the big king, can the big king spare me, pretty please?"
Seeing Zhang Xiuer act so alluringly, Zhao Yang felt his passion overflow. He directly carried Zhang Xiuer into the inner room, shut the door with his foot, and took care of her right there on the sickbed.
At the moment, Zhang Xiuer was still wearing her white lab coat, which added a different flavor to the affair. After she cried out "big king" for the hundredth time, begging for mercy, Zhao Yang finally agreed to let her off and called a halt to the proceedings.
