Shui Lingyu was extremely embarrassed. She never thought Fisher would ask such a private question.
One more naked problem.
“I’ll ask again, are you orgasm?” Fisher seemed to insist on knowing such an answer.
“Don’t you feel ashamed to ask such a question?”
“Say or not” Fisher put his hand hard and pressed the blade down Shui Lingyu’s skin.
Water feather felt a tingling pain, and then a liquid flowed out.
Shui Lingyu’s face turned pale, and tears of fear slid out.
“If you don’t say it, I’ll scratch your whole face.”
“You” Shui Lingyu said the word with difficulty, her eyes closed tightly.
Fisher heard the answer, but wanted to cry, and his heart ached, and asked, “Is it very comfortable? Is it very comfortable? Tang Hehan makes you so comfortable when he is in bed? Is Tang Hehan very powerful? How many times does he want you to feel comfortable? Or, did you bit him in the bed? Is it big under him?”
“You are crazy” Shui Lingyu interrupted her in an unbearable way.
Fisher shuddered and came to his senses.
I was originally squatting, and I sat on the ground all of a sudden. The knife in my hand also left Shui Lingyu’s face.
His eyes looked ahead with a little blindness, without any focal length.
“Why is that woman not me? Why doesn’t he love me? I can do better than any woman?” Fisher looked mentally ill.