Hearing Wen Wan's words, Chen Bin was left completely stunned.
He never imagined that, despite her outwardly conservative and reserved appearance, she would actually enjoy being whipped.
In this wanton state, there was not a trace left of that stage-born nobility.
Pa!
Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Bin raised the leather whip and cracked it again across Wen Wan's pert ass.
"Aaaang~"
The latter couldn't help but moan low, her pretty face drenched in lust.
In the time that followed, Chen Bin held nothing back; every lash came with his full strength.
This was a specially designed whip—loud when it landed, but it wouldn't cause real harm.
As the whip fell like a violent squall, Wen Wan's cries grew more and more shamelessly obscene.
Her eyes squeezed shut, as if completely intoxicated by the ecstasy of being flogged.
Crystal rivulets slowly trickled from the depths of her hidden valley, leaving damp traces on the floor beneath.
