Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

Yang Sen asked again.

"..."

At this moment, Zhou Qingyou didn't know how to answer.

Why change it?!

What should she say?

"Bitch!"

"Snapped--"

Yang Sen's expression also turned ferocious.

"Clap--"

Seemingly still not satisfied, he slapped Zhou Qingyou's face twice more.

In an instant, Zhou Qingyou's cheeks swelled up, covered in his fingerprints.

Zhou Qingyou swallowed a mouthful of blood, stared at Yang Sen, and said nothing more.

At worst, the mission might fail; that's no big deal.

Wait a minute, I'd rather find a chance to commit suicide than be humiliated by this bastard.

"You probably don't know, but your mother just came by and asked me for 1.88 million yuan as a dowry. Now she's sold you to me! You're not going to work anymore. We'll find an excuse not to have a wedding and have a destination wedding instead. Then... I'll be in this secret room, slowly playing with you!"

Yang Sen spoke these words slowly, word by word.

"It must be very cold right now!"

He spoke again in a reluctant voice, but his eyes were filled with ruthlessness.

"Clap--"

He then slapped Zhou Qingyou's cheek twice.

Zhou Qingyou tilted her head, once again feeling resentful that she didn't have a powerful skill.

This time, regardless of whether the mission succeeds or fails.

When she gets back, she must find out exactly how she can acquire a more powerful skill.

That guy who claims to catch a blade bare-handed, go to hell!

It's never triggered at all! It's utterly useless.

Zhou Qingyou has completely given up on this useless skill.

Yang Sen fumbled around on the wall for a bit, and the door to the secret room slid open.

He went out.

Zhou Qingyou looked up and saw that it was still the same flower room outside... This secret room was inside the flower room.

The door to the secret room was closed, and there was only a little light inside.

My clothes were soaked through, and it was below freezing. The weather in the south is always damp and cold.

As the cold water poured over her, Zhou Qingyou felt as if she were about to freeze.

He started trembling, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.

What should I do? What should I do?

My whole body was trembling, but my brain was working at lightning speed, hoping to find a good solution.

She suddenly remembered her earring; it was a hidden camera. She wondered if Lu Wu had seen it.

The thought of this filled Zhou Qingyou with excitement.

But in the blink of an eye, she shattered that idea.

When did she start placing all her hopes on others?

With her hands cuffed, Zhou Qingyou relied almost entirely on the strength in her hands to maintain her balance.

I had no idea what was in the juice I drank before.

She felt that even if she weren't handcuffed, she wouldn't be able to get out at this moment.

Damn it! What should I do?

After a while, Zhou Qingyou fell into a coma again.

Feeling drowsy, then cold, then hot again.

Zhou Qing could feel her fever again, and finally heard the sound of the secret room door opening. It was already evening when Yang Sen walked in, followed by Xiao Boyu.

In front of outsiders, both of them are very proper and dutiful.

At this moment, he showed no restraint whatsoever in front of Zhou Qingyou.