Biting her lips tightly, she suddenly felt uncertain, not knowing what to do.
However, Fang Yang just smiled indifferently and turned his gaze to Wen Chanyi. Looking at the distressed figure before him, without any hesitation, he waved his hand once more.
Slap!
Another crisp sound.
A shocking red mark appeared on Wen Chanyi's graceful buttocks, causing her to moan softly, and tears flowed once again.
"Demon... Demon Lord, this servant dares not, truly dares not..."
The lowly voice, nearly begging pitifully, could not have been more sorrowful or more full of despair.
But Fang Yang's face remained expressionless, like a punisher continuously punishing Wen Chanyi. The aura he emitted made one's hair stand on end and spine chill, invoking genuine terror.
His gaze, however, was fixed on Wen Chanyi, watching as the favorability above her head changed constantly.
Seventy-two, seventy-three, seventy-five...
Climbing steadily.
