"What… what do you want to do!"
Hashimoto Miho showed a hint of fear in her eyes.
Her breathing grew more urgent.
Kneeling on the ground, her knees subconsciously shifted backward.
Aoyama Xiu Xin didn't answer her question. With a smile, he unbuckled his belt, letting his trousers hang loosely at his hips, and then raised the belt and lashed down.
"Smack!"
The wind from the belt's movement whistled as it struck through the thin nightgown, a red mark appearing on Hashimoto Miho's back, originally white as jade. This was even with Aoyama Xiu Xin intentionally pulling his strike; otherwise, one lash would have left her flesh a bloody mess.
"Ah!"
Hashimoto Miho screamed, her delicate features twisting in pain as she instinctively tried to stand up and flee.
Even the eight bodyguards turned away from the scene shuddered, thinking how cruel it was to destroy a flower so brutally.
"If you dare stand up, I will strike with more force."
Aoyama Xiu Xin said casually.
