C131 I Can't Remember a Word

It was a short black whip about the size of an adult's pinky. At the very front of the whip stood a row of barbs.

Upon seeing this, Qing Zhu's breathing stagnated and she involuntarily pursed her lips. If he were to be hit, it would definitely be unpleasant.

What could he think of to escape this calamity? The girl's brain was working non-stop.

Beg her? He couldn't do it himself