The violent storm began to assault Yan Zi.
As Su Fan's little avatar became more formidable, Su Fan's speed also increased.
Yan Zi fell into despair; she suspected Su Fan intended to finish her off this way.
As time ticked by, already exhausted, Yan Zi grew even more fatigued.
In the harmony of yin and yang, Su Fan became increasingly invincible.
Previously, he needed to cautiously suppress and manage Yan Zi, but now she was completely under his control, toyed with at will.
The tender peaks on Yan Zi's chest, once flattened like pancakes by him.
Now they astonishingly regained shape, constantly changing form in his hands.
Yan Zi's nightmare lasted over two hours.
When Su Fan had fully recovered and released, Yan Zi was left crying like rain-battered blossoms.
This time, Su Fan held Yan Zi in his arms.
He spoke earnestly, "Be my woman from now on; the holy sanctuary of the Northern European Alliance has nothing to do with you anymore."
