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"You... You... You actually spanked my butt!"

Gu Wan'an stammered, and even her speech became incoherent; "It's not like I'm a three-year-old."

"No?"

Inexplicably, Gu Wan'an was a bit abashed.

Forget it.

It was better not to run into the muzzle of a gun. It was easy to get into trouble.

"Hehe, you can."

Ignoring her, Gong Mingye turned his wheelchair and moved towards the bed.

The way the man looked, it looked like he was planning to stay here for the night.

Gu Wan'an was dumbfounded.

"Aren't you going back to the capital?"

"Is there a problem?"

Gu Wan'an closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "No problem."

He is the big shot. He could do whatever he wanted.

The room was rather simple, with only one bed.

There was no choice at all.

Lying on the bed, she deliberately kept a distance from the man. She opened Weibo and glanced at it again.