"Ah!!!!!"
The strike hit the mark.
Cheng Ying felt as if she had been electrocuted; she collapsed onto the bed, her body spasming uncontrollably.
The clear fountain began to spray out ceaselessly, forming a small waterfall, that finally landed on the bed.
"So good! So good! I'm dying of pleasure!!!!!"
"Master, you're amazing! So amazing!!!!"
Cheng Ying screamed, her body curling up into a ball, convulsing non-stop.
Her face had turned scarlet, her eyes were tightly shut, her jaw clenched, as if in the next moment she would stop breathing and pass out.
This was a side of her that she had never shown before.
But under the tutelage of Zhou Yuping and the training of Chen Bin, it wasn't surprising that she would turn out this way.
The strong contrast was so overwhelming that it left one feeling dizzy and unable to look away.
Chen Bin hit the target with a single strike and immediately stepped back, looking at Cheng Ying's state in astonishment.
