Liang Xiaoqiao truly was quite inadequate, just as her mother said; she couldn't even meet Zhao Tienan's basic requirements.
After all, it had only been less than five minutes, and Liang Xiaoqiao was already starting to show signs of convulsing, rolling her eyes, dazed vision, and a hoarse, low voice.
But for Zhao Tienan, this wasn't even a warm-up.
Now finally, Liang Xiaoqiao realized the gap between herself and Zhao Tienan, a chasm that seemed utterly insurmountable.
"Mom, I can't take it anymore, please help me. If this continues, I feel like I'm going to suffocate."
Though reluctant, Liang Xiaoqiao had no choice but to send out a distress signal to her mother.
It seems that saying is all too correct; one must experience to truly understand.
If Liang Xiaoqiao didn't personally experience how fierce Zhao Tienan's weapon was, she would never know her own limits.
"Alright!"
