"I've figured it out," Jian Xi said with a smile.
Cheng Ling asked, "Figured out what?"
"The strawberry marks on Ailin weren't sucked by Nan Mufeng," Jian Xi stated. She and Mufeng had shared plenty of intimate moments, but he had never left such heavy marks on her.
"Then who sucked them?" Cheng Ling asked.
Jian Xi picked up the suction cup: "This."
Cheng Ling: "..."
After a few seconds of silent stupefaction, Cheng Ling jumped up, "Damn, that woman is twisted! It must've hurt like hell, and she still went through with it!"
"She's on a whole other level," Jian Xi chuckled. She now had an enormous respect for Ailin.
"I just can't... Sister! Let's go beat her up!" Cheng Ling swung her fists around, full of righteous indignation.
Jian Xi rolled her eyes at her: "Please! With that body of yours, she'd more likely beat you up! She's been in the military and is pretty badass!"
