Qian Xiaoli's whip lashed across Feng Fan's abdomen, effortlessly tearing through his clothes and exposing his well-defined muscles.
For a moment, she froze, her gaze lingering on his torso as a deep blush spread across her cheeks.
Meanwhile, Feng Fan kept his cultivation technique running, rapidly healing the superficial wound on his abdomen. A familiar soothing sensation coursed through him, but this time, he managed to suppress any sound of pleasure from escaping his lips.
After a few moments of embarrassment, Qian Xiaoli continued. Each hit tearing a different part of Feng Fan's clothes.
Throughout her life, Qian Xiaoli had never experienced such a rush of ecstasy.
"Feng Fan, you're just so... irresistible," she said, her voice laced with desire. Despite her words, the strikes of her whip continued without hesitation.
