Qi Meiling could hardly contain herself anymore.
If Su Wen hadn't used the rope to tie her hands and feet, she probably would have already rolled onto Su Wen again by now.
Su Wen also felt a bit sorry for her, seeing Qi Meiling struggling on the bed, he understood the feelings of a woman.
Su Wen had heard that women turn into wolves at thirty and tigers at forty; although Qi Meiling was not yet thirty, her bodily thirst was such that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she was like a forty-year-old.
A living woman had become like this; it's no wonder Yuan Xian couldn't give her happiness.
He couldn't even satisfy her physically, let alone bring her sexual bliss.
Qi Meiling was also tough; seeing the darkness there, Su Wen could tell that at least ten men had cruelly abused her, and each time was violent.
Otherwise, it wouldn't have been so severe.
Thinking of this made Su Wen somewhat sad and indignant.
