In the hour that followed, Zhao Tienan used all the tools one by one.
And Zhu Hong was sent soaring continuously, the sensation so intense that it felt as if she might melt away.
"Zhao, Zhao Tienan, are you, are you done yet?"
"I, I really can't take it anymore, you're going to play me to death..."
Zhu Hong finally couldn't resist, her eyes pleading for mercy from Zhao Tienan.
No choice, Zhao Tienan was simply too formidable, progressing with each moment like a machine running at full throttle, an ordinary body couldn't withstand it.
Originally, Zhu Hong wanted to use some secret weapon, but Zhao Tienan didn't give her the chance, the red rope binding her remained untouched, causing Zhu Hong to succumb quickly, her suspended body like a watering can, leaving the floor damp.
"Ugh!"
Suddenly, a low growl erupted from Zhao Tielong's throat, followed by the final sprint.
And this was when Zhao Tienan was at his fiercest.
