In the room.
Sun Zhe stood with his legs slightly apart in front of the bed, lifting Gu Lingxue's hair to his nose and taking a light sniff, his face full of intoxication said, "Sister Lingxue, your hair smells so nice."
Gu Lingxue looked at him pitifully, "Oh baby, I beg you, please don't pull my hair, okay?"
Hearing this, Sun Zhe let go of her hair, smiling slightly, "Acting pitiful and cute with me doesn't work."
Gu Lingxue pouted, aggrieved, "Then what works?"
"Nothing works. Director Gu, don't forget, I'm punishing you."
Gu Lingxue said gloomily, "Why do you hold grudges so much?"
Sun Zhe was amused, "It was you who used the Yang Transformation Technique on me, and now you have the nerve to tell me to be generous? Do you know how much that hurt?"
"Alright, if I serve you well today, will you forgive me?"
"Hmm..." Sun Zhe reached out and rubbed her head, "It depends on your performance."
