Shi Lan looked at Liu Jinxiang, who was slumped on the ground with tears and snot streaming down his face, with disdain. She wondered what kind of taste the original owner had, that she had become boyfriend and girlfriend with such a thing.

Seeing that Shi Lan did not move, Liu Jinxiang assumed that she had accepted his conditions. He hurriedly took out a check from his pocket and then shakily reached for a pen.

Shi Lan kicked the checkbook away with a flying kick and then kicked him in the chest.

The kick was quite powerful, and Liu Jinxiang was scrambled back half a meter.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, clutched his chest, and wailed, his throat constricted.

The parking lot was empty, and Liu Jinxiang's voice seemed to be amplified several times, making people's ears uncomfortable.

Does it hurt that much? She didn't even use any force, okay?

Shi Lan pursed her lips, picked her ear, and took two steps forward. Wasn't Liu Jinxiang clamoring to have three wives and four concubines, imitating the ancients? Then she would let him taste the feeling of having beautiful women in his arms but being unable to have sex with them.

Shi Lan pursed her lips and used her deliberately disguised large foot to forcefully crush his genitals.

This is a man's most vulnerable spot. He can't even withstand a slight bump normally, let alone this kind of pressure, like a millstone pressing rice, going back and forth.

Intense pain shot up his spine to his cerebral cortex. Liu Jinxiang screamed until his voice was hoarse. Concerned about his future sexual ability, he disregarded his fear and quickly tried to push Shi Lan's calf.

Shi Lan was not about to let his dirty hands touch her, and immediately moved away in disgust.

Liu Jinxiang immediately curled up like a shrimp, covered his groin with both hands, and rolled around on the ground crying.

Seeing his near-collapse, Shi Lan breathed a sigh of relief, recalling the force and angle she had used just now, and was quite satisfied.

Sometimes the most painful thing is not utter despair, but lingering on the edge of despair and hope, going back and forth.

The wails continued to echo in her ears. Shi Lan left the parking lot with amusement, turned onto a secluded side street, changed into a long dress, and in the blink of an eye, she was once again an elegant and dignified lady. (To be continued.)