The color is so glaring, it hurts to look.
From childhood to now, no one has ever hit her like this.
Zhen Lingling knew she was being beaten.
The pain, it followed.
"Ahhhhh—"
She let out a heart-wrenching scream of pain.
This sound of agony completely enraged Liu Bochang.
Or rather, it was the key to open the door of his excitement.
He unconsciously licked his lips and raised the whip in his hand again.
Every lash landed accompanied by Zhen Lingling's miserable screams.
One must admit, Liu Bochang's whipping skill was excellent. With two bodyguards controlling Zhen Lingling, each time he swung the whip, it never hurt the bodyguards at all.
Zhen Lingling was beaten terribly, and aside from initial curses, now there was only crying and begging left in her.
"Spare me, let me go—"
Liu Bochang put away the whip and slowly walked up to Zhen Lingling.
The handle of the whip lifted her tear-streaked face, and Liu Bochang said tenderly, "Crying so pitifully."
