Lin Chen's body softened as he collapsed onto the bed, Su Meier smilingly stared at the prey in front of her: "Mr. Chen, do you feel all tingly and unable to move?"
"You, what exactly did you do?" Lin Chen's face showed a hint of panic.
Su Meier smiled faintly: "I added some concoction to your wine, called Soft Muscle Powder. Now, even if you were a great immortal, you'd still be obedient in front of me."
"Why did you do this?" Lin Chen asked with steady gaze.
Su Meier smiled lightly: "Do you think you're clever? Approaching me intentionally, pretending to be aloof to attract me, your purpose isn't just to sleep with me, is it?"
Lin Chen's eyes showed a panicked look: "What do you know?"
Su Meier sneered: "I know nothing yet, but soon I'll know."
Saying that, a red blood whip suddenly appeared in Su Meier's hand.
"Kid, you've been teasing me these days; today I'm going to properly torment you." With that, she was about to swing the whip down.
