Zhou Ziqiao hung upside down on the man, bouncing uncomfortably.
She slapped the man's back, "Mu Shaoze, let me down!"
Mu Shaoze slapped her buttocks forcefully, "Behave."
Zhou Ziqiao was stunned by the slap, a sense of humiliation enveloping her.
Not only humiliated by a forced kiss, but also spanked, this bastard Mu Shaoze wanted to nail her firmly to the pillar of shame.
She looked at the man's perky buttocks and slapped it hard.
He had hit her, so she would pay him back!
Mu Shaoze's step faltered, he snickered, "So you like this rhythm."
Zhou Ziqiao's face flushed with embarrassment, "You, put me down! I'm telling you, I'm going to throw up, I'll vomit all over you, and I won't care!"
"If you dare to vomit, I dare to strip your clothes off, and wear them myself."
"You're shameless! I have nothing to do with you anymore!"
"We're not done!"
Mu Shaoze's car was parked in the direction of the end of the night market, exactly opposite to where Fu Shiyan parked.