C722 A Knife Was Hidden in His Smile

Wiping away the cold sweat on his forehead, Zhao Sanjin felt somewhat powerless. From the beginning until now, it had been more than four hours since he slipped away from Zhao Sanjin's fingers.

From his legs to his hands, Zhao Sanjin was performing to his heart's content, while Mao Bobang was like a stage silently enduring the performance. The pain was indescribable