"Really?"
Su Qiao was skeptical.
"What you wrote doesn't seem to be erotica, does it?"
Even writers who really did write erotica might not necessarily buy this kind of adult toy, right?
"...It's not." He wrote supernatural and mystery stories.
But who said writing those genres meant he couldn't have anything to do with this sort of thing?
"If it's not, why did you need to buy this? Were you trying to experience some kind of special lifestyle?"
Su Qiao's smile was a little terrifying, and Li Jingtai felt somewhat frightened.
He suddenly regretted choosing this.
Maybe fists really were more direct.
At worst, he would have to lie in bed for two days, have a stomachache for a few days, slip a little when going up and down the stairs, and be unable to bend his legs.
"Xiao Qiao, I'm so tired."
Li Jingtai suddenly went limp and collapsed onto her lap, hugging her waist as he closed his eyes tiredly.
"They wouldn't let me sleep properly, and they wouldn't give me anything to eat. I'm exhausted and starving, and my vision is starting to blur."
Su Qiao tossed the whip onto the table and pulled out a Silver Needle with a cold laugh. "Hah, try pretending to faint, and I'll wake you up with one needle."
At that, Li Jingtai's eyes flew open in fright.
When he saw the Silver Needle between her fingers, a chill ran down his back.
What... what a long needle!
Where on earth had she been hiding such a long needle?
Seeing that she had intimidated him, Su Qiao kicked him lightly. "Get up. Go take a shower, then come back and tell me properly about your affairs."
He already smelled awful, yet he couldn't smell himself and kept clinging to her.
Enough