At this moment, Song Mian showed no mercy to Yun Xiangxiang at all.
"Ahhhhhh, Song Mian, you're the best. Show Mercy, ahhhh—"
"Song Mian, you bastard, I want to break up with you! Ahhhh—"
"Please have mercy, ahhhh, Song Mian, you don't love me!!"
Regardless of whether Yun Xiangxiang begged for mercy, swore loudly, or cried out in grievance, Song Mian showed no signs of stopping.
In the end, Song Mian smoothed out all the veins in Yun Xiangxiang's body. Her arms were clearly purplish-black, as if she had been beaten up.
"Oh my god, I have been subjected to the cruelest domestic violence!"
Yun Xiangxiang was paralyzed on the bed for a while. She only got up when her body was no longer in pain. When she changed into her pajamas, she saw many purplish-black marks on her arms and legs, as if she had been whipped.
However, she didn't feel any pain when she poked on them.
