Soon, Zhang Xiaowei came up with an idea.
"No need to take photos, but I'm just afraid that after I go back, I'll forget all the kindness Aunt Jing has shown me and accidentally make a call to the police," he said.
Liang Jing, who was struggling fiercely, suddenly stiffened upon hearing these words.
Her son was the apple of her eye; she had offered herself to Zhang Xiaowei just for her son's sake.
Now faced with Zhang Xiaowei's threat, she could only tearfully compromise.
Looking down at Liang Jing, who was now obediently compliant, Zhang Xiaowei enjoyed himself while lifting her face for a few close-up shots.
After securing his leverage, the rain outside had also stopped.
Both of them picked up their clothes beside the fire and found that they had dried completely.
After changing, Liang Jing looked at Zhang Xiaowei with resentment in her eyes.
Zhang Xiaowei had given her a massage, and although her ankle hadn't swelled, walking was still somewhat difficult.
