C74 You Think too Highly of Yourself

Xiaoli's hand moved faster and faster with the belt, like a relentless rainstorm, wild and fierce. Xiao Chen steadied himself, gradually relaxing his tense muscles. After a few forceful lashes, a fine sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead, and Xiaoli's hair was damp with perspiration.

Despite her determination, Xiaoli's strength began to wane, and soon her movements slowed. Finally