The intense pain drove away the remaining alcohol, and the flush rapidly disappeared from Yuanya's face, leaving her deathly pale.
Her lips trembled, and her brows were tightly knitted together.
Lan Xiu was unfeeling and relentless. This time, he was resolute in his intention to teach her a lesson!
A married woman! Getting drunk late at night and walking alone on the streets-- what if something happened to her?
The mere thought of her potentially being violated and disgraced by other godforsaken men made him lose all restraint!
To hell with being a henpecked husband! He was first going to discipline this disobedient woman!
Each stroke cut her deep as if by a sharp axe.
Huge, hot tears rolled down Yuanya's cheeks. The intense pain, which seemed to be reverberating through her soul, was becoming unbearably excruciating.
She cried hoarsely, "What gives you the right to do this to me, Lan Xiu!"
