"Fuck you? It's just a piece of cake?" Wu Song said calmly.
"What? You're quite confident. Have you ever heard this saying?" Zhang Xinran said unpleasantly.
"What saying?" Wu Song asked nonchalantly.
"There's only an exhausted ox, but never a plowed-out field." Zhang Xinran said proudly.
"That saying doesn't work with me; it's the other way around," Wu Song said with a proud smile.
"What? The other way around? What do you mean? Can you plow the land out?" Zhang Xinran raised her voice by eight octaves.
"Don't you remember how pitifully your sister screamed?" Wu Song sneered.
Zhang Xinran fell silent.
When Zhang Xintong came out of the chicken coop, she really seemed like she was walking on clouds, her legs were so weak she could barely walk, her face was intoxicated and flushed, her eyes were so dazed that they seemed to be swimming with water.
That was truly the ultimate ecstasy.
