In the time that followed, Fu Shuaijun became a tragedy. He swore this was the most disgusting thing he'd ever encountered in his life, and for someone with normal sexual orientation, encountering something like this was truly unbearable.
Of course, the more crucial point was that Fu Shuaijun struggled, but it was to no avail. Fu Shuaijun was merely a playboy, whereas Liu Quansheng was a master. At his level, Fu Shuaijun was nothing more than a small fry in front of him, incomparable by any means. Fu Shuaijun was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, utterly ravaged by Liu Quansheng.
The County Magistrate witnessed this scene, twitching all over. To be honest, he hadn't thought Su Xuan could play so hard, practically driving a person to death. He felt that Fu Shuaijun probably never dreamed he'd be pushed to this extent.
Finally, when it was all over, Su Xuan left the hotel very satisfied. To him, this was enough; this was the result he needed.
