"Smack!"
Without the slightest hesitation,
Zhao Shoujiang's whip swung down upon Luo Lan's body.
Luo Lan uttered a little cry.
A bloodstain appeared on her pale chest.
The appearance of this bloodstain instantly aroused the twisted side of Zhao Shoujiang's heart, and a demonic smile crept across his face.
What followed was lash after lash, round after round; after a dozen or so strikes, Luo Lan's body was covered in welts.
Of course, such actions were quite physically demanding.
Zhao Shoujiang was getting on in years, after all.
He stopped to light a cigarette.
He had just taken a few puffs when his gaze landed between Luo Lan's parted legs.
It seemed he had an idea in mind.
Glancing at the cigarette butt in his hand, he stood up...
Luo Lan knew Zhao Shoujiang all too well; just one look from him, and she knew what was coming next.
She pleaded from her mouth, "Leader, leader, please don't do this, don't..."
