Sun Dasheng walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.
He gestured for her to come closer.
"Come here."
What is going on? How can this man have so much self-control?
Still, she obediently did as she was told and sat down beside him.
"Kneel," he commanded, the single word cold and emotionless.
Lu Qingyun felt a surge of indignation, fighting the impulse to bolt out the door. She had finally mustered the courage to offer him her body, but he hadn't just rejected the gesture—he was humiliating her, forcing her into this demeaning position. However, it was too late to back out now. She had already invested too much, and there was no turning back.
She could only obey, kneeling before him.
But he wasn't finished with her yet.
"Turn around," he said coldly. "Ass facing me."
Lu Qingyun bit her lip and turned her body. A moment later, a whip cracked down on her buttocks. The sound was loud, but it didn't hurt much; it was more of an itchy, ticklish sensation.
