ation into highly specialized terminology; her cross-industry translation simply wouldn't meet the standard. 。Her brows were furrowed, her face painted with worry. Even wanting to send a text message..."You bastard, I'll kill you!" Su Han, who was dragged back, raised her hand to slap Zhang Coach's wretched face, but before she could even touch him, Zhang Coach grabbed her hand and pressed it down beside her head. 。"Okay, but before that, let me have some fun with you." 。Coach Zhang grabbed Su Han's hands with one hand, fixing them above her head. With his other hand, he grasped Su Han's clothes and ripped them forcefully. 。

"Rip" 。a sound 。The buttons on the leisure suit all burst open. 。"No~~~" Su Han cried out weakly, tears streaming down her face. She struggled, she twisted her body, but she still couldn't break free from Coach Zhang's grip. 。"Don't cry, this is just the beginning." 。nci raised his hand and asked for her phone, "I'll tell her..." 。" Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!。Su Han, as if she was carrying a heavy burden, without any hesitation...