Zhao Xiaotang couldn't believe her ears.
"Xu Mengyan, do you even realize what you're saying?"
"What do you mean by long pain is better than short pain? I'm really hurting to death now."
If Zhao Xiaotang had known it would hurt this much, she would have reconsidered.
However, Zhang Yang thought Xu Mengyan made sense; Zhao Xiaotang was clearly more sensitive than a normal woman.
Otherwise, the pain wouldn't be so intense, and Zhang Yang had only gone halfway in.
"Hold on, I'm about to come," Zhang Yang reminded Zhao Xiaotang.
"No, no, no, please don't, I'm begging you, don't listen to Xu Mengyan."
But in the next second, Zhao Xiaotang suddenly arched her body, her hands gripping Xu Mengyan tightly.
The heart-wrenching screams made Xu Mengyan's ears hurt.
Fortunately, after shouting for five or six minutes, Zhao Xiaotang finally adjusted.
What followed was a joyful time for the three of them.
