Chen Yang admired the enchanting scene, a strong sense of achievement rising within him.
Lin Mengyan, limp and sprawled over the hood of the car—this was his masterpiece. The intense visual impact brought a psychological satisfaction that couldn't be beat.
"Can you still take it?" Chen Yang chuckled. He walked back over to the gradually subsiding twitches of Lin Mengyan and slapped her reddened buttocks again.
"Ugh..." Lin Mengyan inhaled deeply, trying to steady her helpless panting. She looked back at Chen Yang, a trail of saliva at the corner of her mouth, her beautiful eyes full of grievance. "Sir, are you really trying to kill me? Just now, I felt like I was actually going to die. My soul drifted away, and I completely lost control of my body."
