Li Lei looked at the whip and then at her.
In the spacious silver-white hall, her petite body looked so frail as if she could be easily knocked down by the wind. It seemed that even if he gently waved the whip, she could be knocked down just by its sound.
Her face turned pale and she unconsciously started to bite her lip.
Her body slightly shook, but she continued to stand in front of him. It was obvious that she was extremely afraid, but she did not cower in fear.
Li Lei raised the whip.
Her face became paler and she shut her eyes. Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, she did not experience the pain she expected. A little fearfully, she opened her eyes and saw that he was still holding the whip in the same position. The cold, silver-white light was sprinkled on his face which was as handsome as a sculpture. There was silence.
"What are you waiting for?" She asked softly.
