Shiba was acting.
She walked out of the reading conference room and leaned against the wall at the door, letting out a long sigh.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand and held onto the wall to prevent her legs from going soft.
She took pain lessons in the system space, from three times the pain on the first night to seven times the pain on the latest day. She was whipped at least hundreds of times a day, and the pain was deeply imprinted in her bones.
As long as he recalled it, the pain that could make his soul tremble would instantly come over him.
She didn't feel any pain, but her body remembered the pain.
When the process was performed, the corresponding feeling of pain would naturally roll up.
"The way you acted just now was too much."
When she walked into the elevator, she regretted it.
She still couldn't control herself.
