"Take off your shirt."
Facing the demand of the senior instructor, Yi Chen had no choice but to comply.
After unbuttoning the last button and removing his shirt, a physique unlike that of an ordinary man was revealed, with the scars of newly formed flesh filling in the space over his chest particularly noticeable.
Slap!
Beili suddenly drew a slender teaching whip and lashed it across Yi Chen's side abdomen.
A whipping like this would normally have someone rolling and hopping in pain, but Yi Chen's expression was somewhat strange.
The external oblique muscle that the whip hit showed a slightly indented shape, then slowly filled back out as if it were being inflated.
Slap, slap, slap~
Then, she struck several other parts of Yi Chen's body, all of which exhibited similar phenomena, even in some areas where there should have been no muscle, were filled with small muscle-like tissues.
After a round of whipping ended, she scraped Yi Chen's side abdominal muscles with the whip,
