Crysic either underestimated Johnnie or overestimated herself.
In the room, the intermittent moans soon turned into pitiful pleas for mercy.
Crysic felt as if she was on the verge of ecstasy and was at the mercy of others, having no strength to resist and could only plead for mercy with a wronged look.
Johnnie didn't let her off easily. It was not until the middle of the night that the room gradually became quiet.
Crysic lay feebly on the bed, with glistening tears in the corners of her eyes. Her delicate body was still trembling slightly, and she was unconsciously murmuring words of求饶 (pleading for mercy).
Johnnie was barely satisfied. Looking at her disheveled appearance, he felt a bit of heartache. He held her in his arms, and the two of them soon fell into a deep sleep.
...
When it was just getting light, Johnnie woke up. He glanced at Crysic who was sleeping soundly beside him. There was still a trace of weariness in his demeanor.
