"Bring water and pour it on her." Zuo Qing vaguely heard a voice she didn't like very much in her sleep. "Tap tap" footsteps gradually sounded like she was approaching, and water drops dripped down her hair. She reluctantly opened her eyes, and a strong hand grabbed her chin heavily and immediately let go, gently touching Zuo Qing's face with her hand. With a pale complexion and pale lips, the man slapped her face with moderate force and made a gentle voice: "I really like your container, hahahahahaha~" The man walked towards the iron gate: "You can just throw her here."...