The lively music of youth slowly dissipated, and the private room fell into an unusual silence.
Jing's raised arms slowly dropped, and the round band-aid that caught one's eye was quietly covered by her drooping shirt.
The wanton provocation and boldness on her face quickly faded, replaced by her usual obedient, quiet, and harmless demeanor.
After the intense exercise, a blush climbed to her cheeks, and her cool white skin glimmered softly under the light.
She panted and stuck out her tongue, looking extremely cute.
Xu Qing's mouth unconsciously formed a round "O" shape.
She felt her worldview being shattered to pieces by Jing's hammer at this moment.
In the past, she was often left trembling by Jing's rather bizarre and even outrageous remarks, privately labeling her as "Freak Jing."
But she never expected that Jing was even crazier than she imagined.
The level of craziness surpassed her most absurd imagination.
