C11 The Third Young Master's Woman

Lyi Ziqin smiled sinisterly, "Looks like yesterday's lesson was not enough!"

Suddenly, her expression turned cold as she shouted, "Bring her over here!"

Once the command was given, the men in black stepped forward and directly grabbed Xicheng, pulling her out of the bed.

"Let me go!"

Xicheng was only wrapped in a towel. She was held by these men and did not dare to move. If she was not careful, she might be naked.

"Pa!" Before Xicheng could recover from her shock, Lyi Ziqin neatly gave her a slap.

All of a sudden, Xicheng felt dizzy. Yesterday's injury was enough for her to feel pain. Now, her face was swollen like a bun.

Xicheng wanted to say something to retaliate against this woman but she did not expect Lyi Ziqin to slap her again.

This time, she, Shen Xicheng, was going to let her hit her as she pleased. It would be like seeing a ghost!

Not caring about the thin towel on her body, Xicheng struggled to break free of the man's confinement and caught the demonic claw that was flying towards her in time.

Without saying anything else, she raised her hand...

"Pah -"

A slap landed on Lyi Ziqin's cheek without any warning. It was fast, accurate, and ruthless, making everyone around her unable to regain their senses.

Lyi Ziqin clearly did not expect Xicheng to retaliate and hit her, "You actually dare to hit me?"

Her seductive eyes revealed a fierce look, that manner. It was as if he wanted to skin Xicheng alive, "How dare you hit me, Lyi Ziqin? I will make you pay the price today! Tie her up! Take off the towel! Pull her out. You adulterated!! "

" Get lost!! "

Without saying another word, the group of men pulled off Xicheng's towel and tied her up tightly with a rope.

Xicheng was naked in front of people. She felt ashamed and resentful, but she did not show it in front of people.

Her sharp eyes stared at everyone and reminded them with a cold smile, "Don't forget that I am! You insulting me like this is equivalent to insulting Third Young Master!!"

At this time, Xicheng knew that she could not escape and could only use that man to suppress them.

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Lyi Ziqin sneered and walked closer to Xicheng. She reached out and pulled the root of her hair and forcefully pulled it down, "This lowly lass really knows how to call herself an identity!? Pui! You think you are worthy? ! "

Xicheng felt her scalp ache from the pulling and her head could only fall back with her strength.

She bit her lower lip with her teeth, and her eyebrows wrinkled due to the pain. However, she refused to lower her posture no matter what, and she would not make a sound to ask for mercy.

"Whether he is worthy or not, it still needs to be decided by Third Young Master! It is better than some people. They have already delivered themselves to my door, and I am still not willing to accept it even if it is dirty!"

When the medicinal effects first flared up yesterday, Xicheng actually still vaguely remembered some parts of it.