Zhao Tiezhu's large hands brought a variety of sensations, sometimes intense, sometimes gentle, and then a wave of severe pain.
It's no exaggeration to say that these three responses took turns, making Zuo Yu feel like dying and ascending to heaven.
But no matter how Zuo Yu wailed, Zhao Tiezhu showed no intention of stopping. After a very long time, Zhao Tiezhu finally ceased his movements and then patted his hands.
He said one word, "Done."
At this time, Zuo Yu lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling with lifeless eyes. His fair skin had turned red, and sweat had soaked through the sheets beneath him.
Looking at Zuo Yu's state, it was as if he had lost half his life.
Just as Zuo Yu was about to heave a sigh of relief, however, Zhao Tiezhu's next sentence filled him with utter despair.
"Finally finished the first stage, now moving on to the second stage!" With that, Zhao Tiezhu gave Zuo Yu a brilliant smile.
This smile from Zhao Tiezhu made Zuo Yu feel incredibly anxious.