As for selling out teammates, she's always been reliable in that regard.
Zhao Rong: "...…"
Zhao Lingfei: "...…"
The latter was about to toss the water pouch over, but now turned in embarrassment and annoyance, kicking the little girl.
"Naughty Qian'er, shut up! You... ah!"
Just as Zhao Lingfei extended her foot to kick little Qian'er's bottom, she seemed to realize something was amiss. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her husband staring at her, his eyes widening as if thirstier, swallowing hard.
It turned out her kick had caused her knees, originally closed, to spread apart.
She quickly withdrew her leg, but it was too late!
A shadow flickered before her eyes.
She first felt a warmth at the ankle of the foot she was drawing back.
Then a tightness.
Suddenly, a tingling sensation, like an electric shock, traveled from her ankle along her slender leg to her waist.
Zhao Lingfei's entire lower body went soft.
