"Aunt Jing, hurry up and get comfortable, so we can get down to business afterward," Zhang Xiaowei said, the corners of his mouth lifting into a sinister smile.
Liang Jing instantly understood what Zhang Xiaowei intended to do.
Seeing the smile on his face, she felt terror to the extreme, her legs shaking uncontrollably.
"Xiaowei, don't mess around, it's very painful," she said.
"Aunt Jing, it's nothing," he replied.
Zhang Xiaowei wore a malicious grin, deliberately closing the distance with Liang Jing.
"Don't you find it dirty?" she asked.
Zhang Xiaowei didn't look like he was joking, frightening Liang Jing so much she hastily retreated.
"If it gets dirty, just wash it off," he said nonchalantly.
Crouching for a long while had numbed her legs so much that Liang Jing could hardly stand steady, let alone run away.
In the blink of an eye, she was grabbed by Zhang Xiaowei.
