"In need of discipline!"
Zhao Tienan licked his lips and suddenly lunged forward.
At this moment, he released all the pent-up resentment of twenty years from his heart.
He was like a mad beast, his eyes bloodshot, exerting all his strength fiercely onto the woman in front of him.
No matter how desperately the woman screamed, or whether her body had reached its limit, he sprinted at a hundred-meter pace without holding back.
Just like that, the torment lasted for more than two hours before Zhao Tienan finally stopped gradually.
Liang Jing lay on the cold ground like a puddle of mud, convulsing in waves, with even some foam at the corners of her mouth.
This was just too thrilling!
Zhao Tienan had never been so wanton, nor had he ever engaged with a woman out of hatred.
This feeling was unique and left him with endless aftertaste.
"Zhao Tienan, I'm your dad's woman. And you treat me like this? Are you an animal?"
