The filth in the toilet reflected Zhang Xianxian's somewhat disheveled face.
Lin Wu then spoke, "It seems you still haven't learned your lesson!"
With that said, Lin Wu gently pressed down.
Thud!
Zhang Xianxian's face was pressed into the toilet again.
The disgusting yet familiar sensation rushed back, and Zhang Xianxian felt nauseous, vomited on the spot.
The vomit floated back into Zhang Xianxian's mouth and nose.
"Did you learn your lesson this time?" Lin Wu asked, lifting Zhang Xianxian's head with just one hand.
Zhang Xianxian felt like crying, her face covered in a yellowish-white mix of undigested matter. She couldn't bear to go through this humiliation a second time. "Learned, learned my lesson..."
Lin Wu let go of Zhang Xianxian's hair, pushed open the cubicle door, and walked out.
Zhang Xianxian watched Lin Wu's retreating figure, her eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.
Why!
Why should a country bumpkin treat her like this?
"Lin Wu!"