They're not even human anymore; those wicked women can cry even more miserably.

She was filled with hatred and wished she could pounce on Xia and bite him off.

The more grief-stricken and indignant they are, the more docile their actions become.

A strong sense of shame and humiliation enveloped her, and her body trembled slightly.

"Ugh……"

A faint sigh came from above.

Elvira bowed her head in submission, only able to hear the boy's voice drawing ever closer.

Why do you have to do that? Can't we just have a friendly exchange?

The sound came from afar and then from near and then away.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that the ice whip she had just tossed aside was gone.

The moment Char finished speaking, a loud "snap" abruptly cut off the last sound.

The intense pain caused Elvira's mind to go blank for a moment.

The pain in my back was so clear.

The friction between the latex suit and the whip created a captivating scene.

Such a beautiful scene did not move Xia Ya, who remained merciless and lashed out at him.

"Snapped!"

Another tremor.

"Now, do you know how to talk to your master?"

"Snapped!"

"From now on, you must speak respectfully to your master."

"Snapped!"

"You must respond when your master speaks to you!"

"Snapped!"

"..."

Does it hurt?

Of course it hurts.

Even so, Elvira remained silent.

But the killing intent in his eyes was gradually gathering.

She will surely repay the humiliation she suffers today in the future!

She has now remembered all the humiliations.

As long as she finds an opportunity...

Didn't Xia see her resentment?

Of course I can see it.

Now I am your master, so what if you disagree?

Hold it in.

He completely ignored the murderous intent in Elvira's eyes.

There are ways to make her truly submit.

Char stopped whipping and looked to the other side.

He knew her fatal weakness very well.

Char stared at her for a moment, then looked down and smiled faintly at Elivira.

"Your master commands you to look up."

Elvira's body was out of control, but her eyes were filled with even more murderous intent.

However, when she saw Char's actions clearly, her eyes quickly changed to another emotion.

Char's eyes were fixed on the motorcycle, and he immediately made his move.

He wanted to touch it back when he was in the game.

The moment you touch the motorcycle, you are overwhelmed by its metallic feel.

This sense of weight and depth is truly amazing!

This large, cold machine has every part maintained to its best condition.

The lines are smooth, and the feel is even better than I expected.

Elvira watched intently, and her attitude finally underwent a subtle change.

Don’t touch it!

She was screaming in her heart, her eyes filled with sorrow and grief.

It felt as if one's beloved had been defiled.

It seemed to be more important than his own innocence.

This is her precious treasure.

How can it be touched by outsiders?

Elvira's eyes were red; she was anxious, angry, and a little sad.

"stop!"

Elvira's voice was finally no longer cold.

However, she could only kneel there and watch longingly.

The heartache in her heart transformed into a powerful force, supporting her as she struggled on.

But under the influence of the rules, the more you struggle, the stronger the constraints become.

She was completely unable to move.

All he could do was channel all his anger into rebukes and vent it out through his mouth.

"You shameless scoundrel!"

"If you have a problem, come at me. What kind of skill is it to mess with it?"

"mean!"

"Stop it!"

Char's eyes were filled with admiration and amazement.

He stroked the motorcycle inch by inch, ignoring Elvira's angry rebukes.

All they could see was this motorcycle, so perfect it was like their dream lover.

Elvira went from anger to sadness, and finally to despair.

The voice, which had been full of reprimands, gradually softened.

"Don't touch it. If you have a problem with me, you can punish me however you want."

His voice was filled with helplessness and sorrow.

Char finally turned around and looked at Elivira.

At this moment, she no longer possessed the cold arrogance and domineering attitude she had at the beginning; her eyes looked miserable, as if she had been driven mad by a bull.

Char leaned against the motorcycle, his hands still resting on it, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"You didn't seem to be acting like this just now."

Watching your beloved car being touched by someone you hate is worse than killing Elvira.

My heart aches beyond measure.

"I...I know I was wrong, I'm sorry!"

"Please, don't touch it."

This is more important than her life.

"I accept any punishment, I sincerely repent, I only beg you, please don't touch it again."

Where is the aloof and icy Elvira now?

He's just a pathetic loser.

But Char remained unmoved.

Now you realize how pitiful you are?

That arrogant attitude he had just displayed was not like this.

Char not only touched it, he also wanted to ride on it!