The urge to pee came suddenly, violently.
Once it rushed to her mind, it was like a flood breaking through a dam, unstoppable.
Shi Qing jolted awake, hurriedly trying to dash into the bathroom, but it was too late, and she had no choice but to let the liquid inside her gush out.
Even though she was wearing panties, even though she wore stockings, even though she had a black pencil skirt on, the overflowing liquid still gushed down with a splashing sound.
Realizing something was wrong, her expression turned cold, and she instinctively kicked Qin Chuan in the chest.
Originally, he was massaging her feet quite well, but out of nowhere, he took a kick, flipping him over.
Actually, with his skill, even if he was taken by surprise by such a light kick, he wouldn't have been this embarrassed.
But because he was seriously operating the Nine Dragon Creation Skill just now, nurturing Shi Qing's meridians, he couldn't react in time.
"Are you freaking crazy!"
