Wu Rui was an extreme person. He was angered by Jiang Minghua, so he only wanted to torture her.
He wanted her to suffer, to beg for mercy, to regret provoking him.
"Didn't you say that I'm not as good as other men? Of course, I want to compare."
"Let's see what you can do."
He sat at the side, turned on his phone, and pointed it at the bed.
He sat elegantly as if he was enjoying an interesting play.
The two men rubbed their hands and walked to the bed with interest. They thought of ways to torture the woman and make her beg for mercy.
Jiang Minghua was in pain and joy. At this moment, she did not eat anything, but she was tortured by two men. Her rationality was scattered and her sense of shame had long been thrown into the clouds.
At this moment, her fate was no longer in her hands.
The play lasted for more than an hour. Wu Rui looked at the woman who was limp on the bed and did not have any strength to struggle.