"Ah..."
In the room, the agonizing scream of the girl pierced the air.
She bit her lip, her lower lip already bitten through, blood still trickling down.
But the bloodstains on her body were much more numerous than those on her lips.
With a snap, the whip struck down once again, leaving a crimson streak of blood on her originally tender and fair skin.
Xia Yinian gritted her teeth, barely managing to grab the teapot from the coffee table and hurled it with all her might.
This time, it hit the masked man squarely on the forehead.
Though the mask provided some protection, his forehead still split open, blood seeping out.
However, Xia Yinian's hands were tied, and the force she could muster was not strong enough.
And with the impact lessened by the mask, the wound on the man's forehead was not severe, it just bled a little.
