Chapter 77: There's Not Only Kang Chen in This World_1

Ming Mei was in so much pain. Yesterday, when it had attacked, she felt so, so awful, as if she was half dead.

But this time it was even worse.

Her body and reason were consumed by the heatwave. Her bones felt burnt. At first, it was an agonizing thread of pain, then it grew worst and worst.

If no cure was found soon, Ming Mei felt her bones and tendons would shatter inch by inch.

The intertwining of such pain and desire was terrifying.

Ming Mei being a woman, for her, yesterday's ordeal was already the limit. Today, it was more than she could bear.

Between the bed and the door, it was a short walk. Yet, Ming Mei, whose lips were bitten till they bled, found it almost unbearable to take each step as it exhausted all her strength.

Ming Mei gasped for air, dripping in sweat, cheeks flushed pink, her eyes rolling. If one were to ignore the bone-deep hatred in her eyes, anyone would have thought she was aroused.