C81 A Portrait of Madame Laure(17)

The dim golden ceiling, the light from the chandelier, made one frown.

The bone head was like a block of wood that was torn apart and scattered into a row in the flesh. It was unable to support itself.

Wai Heng's entire body turned into an iron plate and fell on the bed. He finally managed to see the person standing beside him.

Ms. La Laurie still held the symbolic whip