After all, the quilt is all dry, which means that her odds of winning are several times higher than just now.
Therefore, she constantly demanded herself in her heart that when he tortured himself with tools for a while, he must control his spiritual sensitivity, and he could not hand himself over anytime and anywhere.
"Mu Jinjin, the third tool is this."
Mu Jinjin was thinking about her next plan in her heart, but the man standing on the edge of the bed suddenly threw something on her legs.
The thing was neither heavy nor sharp, and Mu Jinjin didn't feel pain.
She came back to her senses and looked down, seeing that what he had thrown into her lap was a round white object resembling a headset, with a long line underneath the white round object like the headphones.
Unlike the headphones, the white round object does not have a metal socket below the long line, but a coin-sized metal control wheel with two buttons, one for the on/off key and one for the rhythm adjustment button.
Mu Jin was ashamed.
Because she had seen this tool and knew what it was for.
I remember that when he forcibly took her to that clubhouse three years ago, there was this kind of tool in the clubhouse room, and he used it on her.
She still hasn't forgotten the feeling that is like someone stuffing a bouncing ball into your body, and you want to get it out all the time, but you will gradually lose your heart under its torture.
"Mu Jin, are you ready?"
He snatched the coin-shaped control wheel from her hand and pushed the button up, and the thing immediately jumped wildly on her lap, causing her to fall backwards and almost fall to the bed.
She looked at the frantically bouncing thing for a long time, then bit her lip and nodded as if she had made up her mind, then closed her eyes and waited for him to do it for her.
"Ahh Every time he finished using a tool for her, he told her to rest for a few dozen seconds and then used the next one for her.
Under his crazy and fast-paced torture, Mu Jinjin felt that her body was not her own, except for screaming and crying and begging for mercy, she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand and fix the messy hair on her face.
Fortunately, the emperor lived up to his wishes, and as time went by, she was left with the tool that was not used up now.
As long as this tool is also used up, then the game is over.
Mu Jinjin looked at the room clock in pain while suffering from the crazy torture brought by the tools, and his inner mind followed the second hand one by one, hoping that he would pass five minutes faster and then end this terrible game.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Three minutes.
Four minutes.
Five minutes.
Five minutes later, he stopped the game as agreed, turned off the tool switch, threw the tool control wheel all over the bed, and slowly got the tool out of her body little by little.
After the tool left, Mu Jinjin felt as if his whole body had been hollowed out, and he no longer had the strength to sit, so he could only sleep on the bed, looking at the ceiling above his head and panting again and again.
"Don't you want to see the results?"
he asked her. “” Mu Jinjin blinked weakly, and then remembered that he hadn't seen the most important result yet.
Didn't she tolerate it for so long just for a result?
So even if she was tired and wanted to die, she had to read the results before dying. oshow7 t1706231537: