The storm raging outside was nothing compared to the tempest Wang Fei was enduring.
Under Su Fan's fierce thrusts, her delicate core felt as though it was about to completely break apart.
This made her want to escape, but whenever she instinctively moved, Su Fan's solid, strong arms would thoroughly embrace her.
The next moment, Wang Fei began to endure round after round of fierce onslaught.
She no longer knew how many times Su Fan had sent her soaring to the skies, reaching the pinnacle of ecstasy.
But her legs were already weak, her whole body spasming under such intense impact.
The combined efforts of Qi Tian and his father Qi Dongliang couldn't even measure up to a tenth of Su Fan's.
With her body trembling, streams of clear fluid thoroughly doused Su Fan's long spear.
Allowing the furious flame of the dragon to finally be appeased.
But the flames of anger are not so easily pacified.
