The slender end of the root drew a white trace on the uninjured part of Lengfeng's bronze abdomen, and then continued downward.
Lengfeng's eyes grew wider and wider.
"You dare!" A gritted word came out from between the teeth of the cold wind.
"Hmph, see if I dare!"
He completely ignored the threat of someone being so angry that he wanted to kill someone. The feather continued all the way down, making a circle on the navel, and then changed to a circular motion and spread downward, almost reaching the groin.
"Shameless!"
Lengfeng was so suppressed that his face turned red. This kind of naked provocation made him so angry that he didn't know what to scold. He picked out something that could be scolded and that was appropriate, and threw it out casually.
Seeing that Leng Feng seemed to be really angry, Mo Zihan pursed her lips. She was so stingy! Her family had never scolded her like this before. At most, he would just spank her when he thought she went too far.
By the way, isn't her family tradition a bit unpopular in ancient times? It's quite heartbreaking to see him looking like he wants to commit suicide with hatred after being humiliated!
But she never thought that she had never tied up Mo Feng's limbs before. This was such naked abuse!
"You really don't want to say it?" Mo Zihan looked at Leng Feng's expression of despair and felt very depressed.
"Humph!" Leng Feng was completely angry, and the two of them got into a fight.
"Uh~" (Another moan.)
"Ah--ah..." (Crying out unbearably.)
"Despicable!" (I couldn't help cursing at the moment when the feathers stopped.)
"Hahahaha..." (I couldn't help it anymore and could only laugh until tears flowed out. This was the first time he shed tears, but they flowed like this.)
"Ah - I can't stand it anymore..." (...)
"My organization sent me here!"
Finally, Lengfeng couldn't stand the inhuman torture and got out. After that, he lay on the bed completely exhausted, breathing heavily.
The feathers that had been drawing frantic circles on Leng Feng's soles finally stopped. Mo Zihan's face darkened after hearing Leng Feng's answer.
I originally wanted to ask a third question, but after seeing Lengfeng collapse on the bed covered in sweat due to extreme pain and itching, I finally gave up because I couldn't bear it.
The third question was originally intended to ask him why his organization wanted to harm him, and why he wanted to go with such an organization. But she didn't want to know now. This must also be the pain point of Leng Feng, and she didn't want to be the one to expose the scars.
"I won't answer any more questions from you. Just kill me!" Leng Feng closed his eyes, not wanting to look at her again.
He had been seriously injured and had been lying in bed for three days. His body was already extremely weak. After suffering such torture, the sound of the cold wind was extremely low and dull.
No one paid attention to him, and there was no third question.
He felt the restraints on his limbs being cut off and regained his freedom. Then he felt a hot towel wiping his body, and finally the quilt was gently covered.
Everything was so gentle, as if it was back to the moment when she saved him that night.
Leng Feng opened his eyes and stared at Mo Zihan deeply with doubts. What kind of woman was she? Sometimes gentle, sometimes wild, sometimes like an angel, sometimes like a devil...
Why should she be nice to him? Why should she save him? Why worry about him? Why cry for him? Why should she torture him? Why should she tell things that he doesn't want to say?