Since her creation, Chu Renmei's record has been unprecedented, becoming the childhood nightmare of countless men and women; she probably has never suffered such grievance.
Even though Aunt Mei is very shy and always appears with her hair down covering her face, never showing it, judging from the reaction of the two viewers on the bed, that face hidden beneath those waterweed-smooth locks must look even more ferocious right now.
But it's useless.
Not only their minds, even the eyes of the two viewers are no longer on her.
As if she'd found a fun toy, Fang Qing's fingers loosened and tightened, sometimes light, sometimes firm, just like one of those trendy stress-relief squishy toys, making a certain someone's heart pound like crazy, suffering beyond words.
"I surrender."
Out of nowhere, Jiang Chen suddenly thought of that day he went for a checkup in East Sea, that cramped little room, that scorching hot yet utterly useless pin-up poster on the wall.
