Zhao Yi still underestimated the harm Su Qianqian caused to the male protagonist.
A young monk who had grown up in the temple, his senses close and not near women.
Had suddenly someone sit on his face with their buttocks.
And was forced to suck on that area.
The harm, though not fatal, could drive a person mad.
At this moment, the male protagonist was nearly collapsing.
His steps were staggering, as if he had lost his soul, looking dejected, with not a hint of vitality on his face.
It was unclear how much time had passed when suddenly an old voice resonated in his mind.
"Poor child, you have suffered!"
Upon hearing the old monk's voice, a glimmer of life finally returned to the male protagonist's vacant gaze.
He stopped in his tracks, carrying a hint of grievance in his tone, questioned: "Ancestor Master, why didn't you take action just now?"
The old monk fell silent immediately.
How could he take action?
