A few minutes later, Zhang Jing, gasping for breath, let go of the beautiful anchor Mengmeng, her face red and ears burning, coldly said to Zhang Xiaohao who was looking at her, "What are you staring at? Haven't you seen this before?"
Saying this, Zhang Jing stood up from the ground.
She gave Zhang Xiaohao a serious once-over and asked sternly, "You jerk, is the strength used in artificial respiration by men very strong?"
"Of course! A man's strength is naturally greater than a woman's, even in performing artificial respiration," Zhang Xiaohao said.
"It's too late to take her to the hospital now, come over here!" Zhang Jing said with a stern face.
"Officer, you should do it! It's more appropriate since you're a woman, and I'm afraid of misunderstandings," Zhang Xiaohao said earnestly, though he was laughing to himself inside.
