"Help me down," Zhang Xiaohao said.
"Yes!" Black-clothed Yang Li'er replied humiliated.
She walked over, assisted Zhang Xiaohao, and helped him up from the bed.
"Not bad! You're quite suited for being a servant," Zhang Xiaohao nodded approvingly.
He confidently sat down on the sofa, picked up a glass of red wine poured by Black-clothed Yang Li'er and drank it.
Putting down the wine glass, Zhang Xiaohao looked at her playfully.
"Tell me! What's going on between you and Yang Li'er?"
"Haven't you already guessed it?" Black-clothed Yang Li'er replied.
"Seems the lesson just now wasn't enough! Want me to do it a few more times?" Zhang Xiaohao squinted his eyes and said.
"Ah! No! I was wrong!" Black-clothed Yang Li'er said in fear.
That place still hurts!
Even just walking stings like a knife cut, so painfully deep to the bone that if she weren't a cultivator at the Void Transformation Realm, she would have collapsed.
"Speak! My patience is very limited," Zhang Xiaohao sneered.
