Hearing Su Qingli scream, Su Nanzhi's delicate body trembled, and she immediately stopped at the door.
Then she turned to look and saw the high fountain-like spray from Su Qingli, which made her blush and her heart race. It felt like a broken faucet.
At this moment, Sun Zhe was already sitting by the bed, reaching out to remove the bright white slip from Su Qingli's body to wipe the water off his face, and looked at Su Nanzhi with a smile, asking: "How about it, Nanzhi? Isn't it fun watching President Su wet the bed?"
Su Nanzhi decisively rolled her eyes at him and scolded coyly, "Fun my ass! That's all you men are good for."
Sun Zhe shrugged his shoulders and said, "Anyway, you don't pee as high or as far as she does."
"You…"
Su Nanzhi immediately turned red in the face, unsure if it was from shame or anger, and stomped her delicate foot before turning away, slamming the door shut.
...
Inside the room.
