"Unlike you, you surely don't want to give up yet."
"Indeed, I don't, but there's no other choice now." Qingyue stood up, pulled down her horse-faced skirt slightly, and then prepared to lift her blouse.
"What are you trying to do?"
"I want you to see this." Qingyue revealed her lower abdomen, the pattern was conspicuous, her cold tone carried a sense of 'desolation,' "I no longer have any capital to resist."
Zhu Nanzhi widened her eyes, looking at the strange pattern on Qingyue's fair abdomen, asking uncertainly, "This, what is this?"
Qingyue's slender fingers gently grazed over, her delicate body trembled lightly.
It seemed as if she was trembling from humiliation, but in truth, it was pleasure.
"I am now proof of being Junior Brother's pet." Qingyue put her clothes back on and sat down, "I can't resist anymore..."
Zhu Nanzhi stared blankly at Qingyue's despondent expression, suddenly recalled herself.
