"Fuck! You poisonous woman, black widow! No wonder no one would marry you at your age! Son of a bitch!"
Li Pan's chest ached piercingly, yet he was completely weakened, his body tensing and relaxing intermittently, rendering him unable to speak. All he could do was clench his teeth and groan with his eyes closed.
The bride stroked him once and chuckled,
"You're pretty stiff, huh? Good, I want to see how long you can last."
As she said this, she actually spread her hands apart, placed her palms facing up on her knees, held up her fingers like orchids, and began to meditate with a gesture.