Lin Yanran, who was pampered from a young age, had never suffered this kind of torment and immediately started screaming loudly.
"No... no... please... spare me..." Lin Yanran struggled desperately, crying and begging for mercy.
But her struggles and pleas only led to even more merciless punishment from Wen Liujing.
Wen Liujing, cold and unfeeling, pulled on the chain around her neck, leaned close to her ear, and with his thin lips kissing her earlobe, said in a languid voice, "Lin Yanran, do you know why I allowed you onto my bed?"
Lin Yanran, in so much pain that her whole body trembled, cried miserably. How could she possibly have the strength to answer his question?
Wen Liujing smiled wickedly, kissing her earlobe as he said, "It's because your earlobe looks especially like that of my beloved... My beloved's earlobe, just like yours, is so white and endearing... Lin Yanran, do you know who my beloved is?"
