Jin Min was trying hard to please Qin Mofeng.
Suddenly, after finishing a call, he grabbed Jin Min's hair and pulled it up, gruffly saying, "What are you dawdling about? Can you do it or not?"
Jin Min pressed her lips together and said softly and obediently, "I only know how to do this, I'm not very skilled at other things. Please teach me."
The man glanced at her, then tossed her to the side of the bed and got off himself, standing at the bedside.
Jin Min, like a dog, was pressed to kneel by the bed by him.
Qin Mofeng said coldly, "Teach you? I'm not in a good mood now. If you want me to teach you, it won't be today."
Jin Min remained silent, silently enduring Qin Mofeng's roughness.
It hurt.
The pain made Jin Min very uncomfortable.
But she endured it, not letting out a single sound.
For her, this was a kind of torment.
Yet, this torment reminded her to be careful in the future.
