Those messy thoughts were thrown behind by Shao Qing for an instant, and her voice was filled with suppressed anger: "Who allowed you to hurt yourself?"
Listening to the aggressive voice, Yan Qiyue's legs were weakening. While rubbing Shao Qing with his cheek, he provoked: "No one cares anyway..."
Then Yan Qiyue was turned over by Shao Qing and pressed against the railing. Because of the violent movements, a white and tender waist was exposed.
Shao Qing pulled out a short, thin vine whip, and with a little effort, it landed on that tender white waist, and a red mark appeared immediately.
"Like pain, I'll satisfy you." Shao Qing rubbed the trace with her fingertips. There was no joy or anger in her voice, but Yan Qiyue could feel that she was angry...
The rattan whip brought the strength he could bear, and landed on his back, waist, and hips. The excitement and unspeakable pleasure brought Yan Qiyue's eyes deeper and deeper.
He bit his finger, gasped for breath, and begged for mercy without thinking, like a seductive fairy.
It's just that gradually, Shao Qing's strength is getting lighter and lighter, and the vine whip is like a feather, falling on him without effort, not painful, and itchy.
This kind of itching gradually gathered together, and finally formed a deep bone marrow itching, which made Yan Qiyue a little unbearable. He really begged for mercy this time.
"Aqing, I was wrong, please forgive me, don't torture me..."
Shao Qing held down Yan Qiyue's constantly twisting waist, and sneered: "Didn't you let me punish you? You must be punished to accept punishment. Who allowed you to speak?"
She tore off Yan Qiyue's shirt, a piece of cloth gagged, and another piece of cloth bound Yan Qiyue's hand, then rolled up the rattan whip in her hand and slid it on his back.
The spikes on the vine whip were all curled up and became dull. When they struck Yan Qiyue's skin, they didn't hurt at all, and they were terribly itchy.
Yan Qiyue was really going to cry this time. He leaned on the railing, trying to struggle, and was afraid that Shao Qing would be angry. In the end, he didn't dare to move and let Shao Qing torture him.
In the end, Shao Qing pityed Yan Qiyue and knocked him on the ass: "Do you dare to abuse yourself in the future?"
Yan Qiyue shook her head quickly and looked at Shao Qing pitifully. Shao Qingcai unfurled the cane whip and fell heavily on his back.
There is a reason why Shao Qing did not let Yan Qiyue abuse herself. He started by himself, and it has never been light or heavy, just like this time, there is no good flesh on the whole arm, and he bites bloody.
She would rather she come and do something for him, without hurting his body at the same time, so she would be more at ease.
In fact, after doing the math, Yan Qiyue has indeed been unsatisfied for a long, long time. After all, he is a Xiao Shao M who is unsatisfied for a day. It is a miracle to be able to hold on for so long.
So Shao Qing satisfied Yan Qiyue once.
Finally, Yan Qiyue hugged Shao Qing's leg and confessed hoarsely: "I will never dare anymore. My body and my soul belong to you. I have no right to hurt myself."
Shao Qing squeezed his chin: "Hey, stretch out your hand."
Yan Qiyue honestly stretched out the injured arm, Shao Qing took out the medicine and bandage, and squatted aside to bandage him.
Yan Qiyue carefully looked at Shao Qing's serious eyebrows, his heart softened into a pool of spring water. Leaning on Shao Qing, he whispered: "A Qing, when there is no one in the future, can I call your master?"
"Don't you feel ashamed of this title?" Shao Qingzheng said, after a moment.