"Whether to do it or not depends on the lady's wishes. If you don't want to, you don't have to," Qin Yi said, his attitude relaxed and not forcing the issue.

Miss Eleven breathed a slight sigh of relief upon hearing this. 'As long as he doesn't force it, that's good.' If he did, she knew she couldn't resist. 'I wonder how Xuanying felt just now?' Relaxed, her curiosity grew. 'Being bullied like that must be uncomfortable, right?' 'Oh, why am I thinking about this? I shouldn't think about it...'

Miss Eleven shook her head, trying hard not to think about those things. But restraining herself was like Murphy's Law—the more she tried not to think, the more her thoughts ran wild, beyond her control.

After all, Miss Eleven had just witnessed the whole process. Such fierceness, such speed...