The man did not hesitate at all, asking a question casually before continuing to flog resolutely and relentlessly.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The sharp and biting sound of the whip exploded by the pool, each strike accompanied by Zhiwei's excruciating cries forcefully cut short.
Her arm spasmed uncontrollably, her palm a mess of deep red, tiny blood spots merging into a single mass.
The bone-eroding pain gnawed like a vicious ghost, her knees no longer able to support her, with a thud, she collapsed onto the meadow, her black hair clinging to her sweaty forehead, her frail body shaking like a sieve.
After ten lashes, Chen Ye retracted the whip, his movements crisp and decisive.
Looking down at her from above, Chen Ye spoke coldly:
