"Ow, ow, ow! Su Muyang, can you take it easy? Do you have to use so much force? Are you trying to kill me with pain? Are you taking revenge on me, is that it?"
Qiao Zimo lay flat on the bed, his face pressed against his arm. He groaned while grumbling at Su Muyang.
"If it were up to me, Young Master Rong should have used even more strength. It would have been better if he’d broken a few of your ribs just to see if you’d still have the energy to howl."
Chapter 242