「An hour later.」
At eleven in the morning, in a small grove.
"I can't take it anymore, I can't handle it, Master, slow down, I'm about to.... Ah!"
A woman's voice, delicate as a warbling oriole, emerged from the depths of the small grove. It sounded both breathless and tearful, enchanting and moving. Merely listening to it was enough to evoke a sense of pity.
SMACK SMACK—
"No, hold on, this time we will definitely get it out!"
Crisp striking sounds, followed by a man's voice, rang out. The woman's voice grew increasingly high-pitched, until a moment later, it culminated in a scream.
THUD—
HAH—HAH—
The sound of something heavy hitting the ground was followed by heavy panting.
Chen Rourou knelt on the ground, her clothes disheveled, her gaze blurred, and her hair stuck to her forehead, drenched in sweat. Zhang Beixing now stood before her.
