"It hurts, it hurts so much..."
Sun Rui let out a scream like that of a pig being slaughtered, her pretty face contorted and brows tightly knitted. Both hands clutched the quilt fiercely, nearly tearing it apart.
Indeed, with Su Fan's peerless weapon, even an experienced woman like Wu Miao had to struggle to endure. How could Sun Rui, a bud that had not yet fully blossomed, withstand such a terrifying assault?
Merely taking in the "dragon head" had cost Sun Rui half her life.
The irrational Su Fan was awakened by this scream, as if doused by a bucket of cold water, his muddled brain immediately clearing.
He involuntarily released Sun Rui's slender legs and took a step back.
"Sorry, sorry."
Su Fan apologized in a bit of a panic.
Damn it, his self-control was really too poor. How could he lay a hand on a young girl like Sun Rui?
"No, Big Brother Su, this is what I willingly chose, it's my voluntary sacrifice, please continue."
