Her vision was blurry, and she vaguely saw Nan Jiaojiao. She chuckled foolishly, grabbed a pillow, and turned over, mumbling, "We've already made it home, why so distant? Why don't you take off your clothes and sleep with this young lady?"
Nan Jiaojiao stood firm like a rock, completely unaffected. The sarcasm on her face became even more blatant, "You almost got gang-raped by two foreign bastards."
Lu Zhenzhen: "..."
She was thunderstruck, took a long moment to ask, "You mean that?"
Nan Jiaojiao didn't reply, just stared at her with her eyes.
"Damn!"
Lu Zhenzhen immediately sat up, but she was so abrupt that her head spun. She held her forehead for support, her vision becoming clearer, and she smelled the perfume sprayed by the foreigners. Repulsed, she tossed aside the quilt, and turning her head, saw a small condom under the lamp. Her heart unexpectedly panicked, lips trembling, she grabbed Nan Jiaojiao.
"Did I get raped or not?"
"I'm here, what do you think?"
