"Ahh, Xiaomeng, I'm going to die."
Murong Fenghua ultimately couldn't resist Zhang Xiaomeng and started shouting loudly again.
But soon after, Murong Fenghua became somewhat dissatisfied again.
"Xiaomeng, go faster."
Even Zhang Xiaomeng didn't understand what Murong Fenghua was thinking.
He said with a bit of a wicked smile, "Fenghua wife, what exactly do you want, for me to be faster or slower?"
Zhang Xiaomeng suddenly stopped all his movements.
This really made Murong Fenghua uncomfortable.
"Xiaomeng, don't stop."
"If you don't answer, I won't continue," he seemingly held the power like the Emperor Huang commanding his lords.
With the weapon in hand, Zhang Xiaomeng had Murong Fenghua's lifeline under his control.
Murong Fenghua gritted her teeth, utterly bashful, and gave Zhang Xiaomeng a glare, "How can I, how can I say that out loud."
She even began to act like a coy maiden.
