When people were pushed to the limit of repression, they often turned to extremes.
Take Liu Chen'ang, for example.
She was essentially a young girl—lively and straightforward, though usually a little spoiled.
Yet she had been forcibly made to play the role of a man.
The emotions belonging to the little girl inside her had never been satisfied.
Then suddenly, someone trustworthy appeared before her, someone she could reveal her true self to.
And from the very first time they met, she had already liked him a great deal.
The feelings Liu Chen'ang had repressed for years immediately came pouring out.
"If... if it hurts, and I cry out, you won't laugh at me, will you?"
Liu Chen'ang asked cautiously.
She had no idea how adorable she looked right then, or how much she was begging for that sort of thing...
"Of course I won't laugh at you. You sound really nice when you cry out."
"Oh, then... ah..."
That sounded rather ambiguous coming from Su Bai!
Su Bai also realized that he had instinctively said something incredibly cringe-worthy.
But what was that saying again?
The same words sounded greasy coming from an ordinary man.
But coming from a handsome, rich guy, they became a sincere direct shot.
So Su Bai did not back down. Instead, while soothing Liu Chen'ang's injured ankle, Grandmaster of Technique activated!
Still in a shy state, Liu Chen'ang was caught off guard by the pleasure.
She was completely unable to resist her body's natural emotional response.
Her consciousness gradually grew hazy.
"How does it feel?"
"Good..."
"I'll carry you into the car first."
"Mm."
At that moment, Liu Chen'ang was as obedient as a little rabbit.
Only after getting into the sports car, curled up in Su Bai's arms, did she suddenly raise her little