Enough, enough

Zhang Qixiang felt depressed, embarrassed, and filled with a sense of shame.

But at this point, she could only go along with what Liu Zhizhong was saying, "I still want..."

"Really? Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously... you filthy rogue, will you let go of me already? What are you still poking around for?"

Zhang Qixiang was telling the truth. Liu Zhizhong's forcefulness was still very firmly lodged in the "field"!

Liu Zhizhong put on an innocent face and shook his head, "Women, ah, so heartless, once they've had their fun they turn all aloof, sigh..."

With that, he finally withdrew, setting Zhang Qixiang down.

He still waved his impressive "talent" in front of Zhang Qixiang, flaunting it.

"You deadbeat, ugly thing..." Zhang Qixiang raised her hand, weak and powerless, and hit the "talent" lightly.

Unfortunately, she missed, and instead Liu Zhizhong managed to slap her face with his "talent", infuriating her beyond measure.