For the next two days, Pei Shaoqing's life fell into a routine.
This routine consisted of slacking off at work, slacking off after work, and feeding the Shaking Light Saintess. He would also occasionally subject her to a whipping for her insolent words or disrespectful, contemptuous gazes.
This afternoon, the first thing he did after getting off work and returning home was to bring food and tea to feed the Shaking Light Saintess.
"Saintess, today's food is quite good."
Pei Shaoqing said with a faint smile.
The Shaking Light Saintess replied with a deadpan expression, "What good are the finest delicacies? The only thing I want to eat right now is your flesh!"
"Looks like you're asking for another beating." Pei Shaoqing's expression turned cold in an instant as he casually picked up the horsewhip lying nearby.
