Chapitre 334: The Counterstrike Begins

As Cheng Anya was extremely emotionally unstable, Zhang Bo's agonizing screams rang in her mind and pricked her conscience. This pain was no less than the torture from Ning Ning's agonizing screams. She felt the stench of blood in her throat intensify.

She had endured so much that her throat was extremely hard to bear.

As Louis was a person of extremes, her obedience was undoubtedly a killjoy for him as he wished Cheng Anya would make things difficult for him at every corner. He knew that he had Cheng Anya's weakness. As women, being women, easily relented when their hurts were brought up.

He was feeling extremely pleased. "Beg me, damn it."

As though he was above all, like the gods who messed with fate, his emerald gaze was gradually filled with madness to the point he could not wait to admire how scorned she had become.