In the room, Ye Tian lay lazily on the sofa, while Wang Bingbing served tea and poured water like a maid, her demeanor so respectfully obsequious that if outsiders were to see it, their eyeballs might fall out again!
"Master, do you need anything?" Wang Bingbing poured the tea and stood aside respectfully, her face carrying a hint of ingratiating tenderness.
"Not bad, you have the sense of a little servant." Ye Tian smiled with amusement, causing Wang Bingbing to clench her silver teeth in anger, wishing she could kill Ye Tian.
Smack!
Ye Tian had, at some point, lifted a small leather whip and struck it across Wang Bingbing's bottom.
"Ah…" Wang Bingbing trembled all over, her eyes filled with grievance, her cheeks flushed, and a layer of teary mist shimmered in her eyes once more.
"Don't be angry, I can see it." Ye Tian smiled sinisterly, that demeanor instilling a measure of fear in Wang Bingbing!
