This slap, Chu Dazhuang really didn't hold back much, slapping Zheng Qingrong until stars burst before her eyes.
But it seemed the more it hurt, the more it touched her heart.
The more it hurt, the better she felt inside.
By the time she had come to, Chu Dazhuang had already pounced on her like a fierce beast.
And at that moment, Zheng Qingrong was like a lamb to the slaughter in Chu Dazhuang's hands.
She found it strange, wondering why she had such fetishes, but now, none of that mattered.
As long as she was satisfied, it was all worth it.
Zheng Qingrong was pinned down by Chu Dazhuang, feeling as if her very soul had been ignited by him.
Her heart was already in turmoil, churning like a furious sea, and she found boundless fulfillment.
"Damn it, you bitch."
Chu Dazhuang cursed furiously, his anger palpable as he looked down at Zheng Qingrong without a trace of pity.
Even with little Sun Qian, Chu Dazhuang felt some compassion, but Zheng Qingrong was different.
