Mo Shumei smiled seductively, becoming even more ravishingly colorful, as she twisted her body and, flicking the whip in her hand, walked into the pool.
Soon, Xiao Yifeng saw Mo Shumei approaching him like a mermaid.
"Young Master Xiao, don't you like it when I do this?" said Mo Shumei.
A captivating smile played upon Mo Shumei's face, bewitching enough to fascinate, and even Xiao Yifeng's gaze seemed entranced.
In the blink of an eye, the whip in Mo Shumei's hand had wrapped around his neck several times, and a cold glint blossomed in her charming eyes.
"Young Master Xiao, do you feel anything wrong with your body?" cooed Mo Shumei, pressing against Xiao Yifeng and whispering in his ear.
Xiao Yifeng's eyes flew open, a hint of panic flashing through them as he asked, "Why do I feel so weak all over? What's happened to me?"
