Seeing as time was almost up, Xia Feng's heart-wrenching cries gradually turned into soft moans, and An Yiqing knew they were reaching the limit.
"Haozi, stop hitting him, if you continue, he'll die." An Yiqing grabbed Xia Hao's fist and whispered.
Xia Hao's body paused, and he slowly raised his head. At this moment, his forehead was densely covered in sweat, his face was flushed, he was breathing heavily, and most terrifying of all, his eyes had turned blood red!
Gradually, the blood red faded, and clarity returned to Xia Hao's eyes.
"Xiao Qing, I... seem to have caused more trouble," Xia Hao rubbed his sore arm, looking at the lifeless body of Xia Feng at his feet, he said dumbly.
An Yiqing found it amusing but before she could speak, Ruan Xue couldn't help but burst out laughing beside her.
