Don’t Bark, My Little Dog

Qian Xiaoli's whip lashed across Feng Fan's abdomen, effortlessly tearing through his clothes and exposing his well-defined muscles.

For a moment, she froze, her gaze lingering on his torso as a deep blush spread across her cheeks.

Meanwhile, Feng Fan kept his cultivation technique running, rapidly healing the superficial wound on his abdomen. A familiar soothing sensation coursed through him, but this time, he managed to suppress any sound of pleasure from escaping his lips.

After a few moments of embarrassment, Qian Xiaoli continued. Each hit tearing a different part of Feng Fan's clothes.

Throughout her life, Qian Xiaoli had never experienced such a rush of ecstasy.

"Feng Fan, you're just so... irresistible," she said, her voice laced with desire. Despite her words, the strikes of her whip continued without hesitation.