An hour and a half later.
Zhuge Qian'er needed Lin Zhenghui to give her a princess carry back.
There was no other way, because she was in too much pain to walk.
The two entrances to the holy places had been forcefully breached by Lin Zhenghui, who had used some props from who knows where to torture her to the point of screaming for heaven and earth.
At the start, she indeed felt amazing, but as time went on, all she could do was beg for mercy.
"Everyone says you're a pervert, and you even admit it," Zhuge Qian'er lay in the cart, unwilling to move.
"Nonsense, this is life experience! Didn't you just say it was very exhilarating?" Lin Zhenghui played the driver, driving the SUV beast, taking her back home.
"Where did you get those props? Don't tell me you brought them from the office just now?" Zhuge Qian'er thought about when he had left her office for a while.
"You know, so how is it? Does it still hurt?" Lin Zhenghui asked.
