A night had passed.
Xiaoling lay in bed, wiping her body with a tissue, reminiscing Chu Dazhuang's performance, and what mattered even more, she realized she hadn't had an allergic reaction after everything had ended.
This made Xiaoling immensely happy, but after some thought, she was shaken—could there be a problem with that?
At that moment, she immediately looked down at Liu Zhizhong, who was still unconscious.
After pondering for a bit, she reached under Liu Zhizhong's pants.
If she wasn't allergic, could something have been overlooked?
Xiaoling's eyes twirled around, and finally, she came to a realization.
She extended her hand, looking at Liu Zhizhong, who lay unconscious on the bed, and swallowed anxiously.
Fearing that she might wake Liu Zhizhong.
But despite her fears, what needed to be done had to be done.
She took hold of it and began to move her hand.
But after a few moves, she saw Liu Zhizhong, who had always been like a pig, suddenly move.
