"Don't... don't!" Wen Xinyue seemed terrified, her whole body curling into a ball, tremblingly begging for mercy, "Master... Master, what did Dog Slave do wrong? Dog Slave will definitely change for the better... please... please don't hit Dog Slave anymore!"
Wen Xinyue was indeed pleading for mercy.
However, Chen Bin wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but when he looked into Wen Xinyue's eyes, it seemed there was a tiny bit of excitement in her gaze.
"Smack!"
Chen Bin wasn't sure if Wen Xinyue was truly excited, but that was easy to figure out—he gave her another lash with his whip to find out for sure.
"Don't..."
As the whip in Chen Bin's hand came down on Wen Xinyue's buttocks once again, she shuddered, "Master, please... it hurts! I'm begging you... begging you... Dog Slave truly won't dare to do it again!"
From Wen Xinyue's reaction, Chen Bin was certain.
Being whipped on the buttocks definitely hurts.
