Bai Ling hadn't even had a chance to react when Zhang Xiaowei had her arms pinned down.
Looking at Zhang Xiaowei's smirk, Bai Ling frantically shook her head from side to side, as if she was about to be violated by a hooligan.
"Xiaowei, can't you change the bet? Please, anything else will do."
Bai Ling couldn't break free, and she started to plead with Zhang Xiaowei, tears welling up in her eyes.
Zhang Xiaowei, not being a cruel person, naturally couldn't bear to see her so pitiable.
"I haven't any other demands, what else could we change it to?"
Zhang Xiaowei, helpless, furrowed his brows and muttered discontentedly.
Seeing that he wouldn't agree, Bai Ling took the initiative and said, "I'll give you money, or I can serve as your maid. I'll do anything for you, like an ox or horse."
"Do you need to be so dramatic? I'm not bad-looking, being with me for one time won't leave you with lifelong psychological trauma."
