Qingno helped me pull down my skirt. I rubbed my chubby buttocks with tears and tried to stay as far away from the wet rock as possible.
This scumbag!
Qingo massaged me a few times and asked in a low voice, "Is it painful?"
"Oh!" I nodded with tears in my eyes. "If you were me, you wouldn't feel pain!"
Qingo chuckled and said, "It's not like I've never been beaten before. Alright, stop crying. The beating isn't heavy either. We'll be fine tomorrow. Good girl!"
Shuishi sat on my desk and looked at me. His face was as cold as water and he asked coldly, "Let's talk about protecting money now."
"Ah! Aren't you done? What are you asking for?" I jumped up in surprise. "Wasn't my brain broken by anger? Should I go to the psychiatric hospital every year to worship him? Besides, it's good to
