One minute later.
"Are you done yet?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.
"Stop it!" Cheng Qingsu's tone was muffled.
Two minutes later.
Zhang Xiaohao's fingers were almost numb.
"Don't shout!" said Cheng Qingsu.
Three minutes later.
Zhang Xiaohao glanced at the ceiling, feeling as if two crows flew over his head, "Are you still not done?"
Cheng Qingsu lifted her head, blinking her profound eyes, and said pitifully, "Brother-in-law, do you have to be so stingy?"
After speaking, Cheng Qingsu's soft, jade-like hands pressed down on Zhang Xiaohao's wrist, increasing the pressure.
Zhang Xiaohao was speechless, glanced at the ceiling again, and thought with annoyance, "Dealing with such an outstanding sister-in-law, there's just no one else like her."
Five minutes later.
"This is blood, not water!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
"Really?" Cheng Qingsu's eyes brightened.
Zhang Xiaohao took the opportunity and immediately withdrew his finger.
