"I... I didn't mean to. My legs gave out."
On the sofa, Zhu Zhuyun lay limp in Lin Yan's arms, her already damaged leather outfit exposing large patches of skin.
The woman looked miserable. All the allure in her eyes and brows had vanished, leaving only the terror of having been at Lin Yan's mercy beneath his whip.
It truly wasn't deliberate on Zhu Zhuyun's part. Her legs had genuinely gone weak with fright.
Especially when she heard the words "asking for a whipping." As though she had developed PTSD, she instinctively pictured Lin Yan's expression as he swung the whip.
All one could say was that she was truly afraid of Lin Yan.
"Your legs gave out? I think you did it on purpose."
Lin Yan had been planning to sleep. Who could have expected this woman to deliver herself to his door?
Lin Yan had already been feeling somewhat stirred up, and now, with things like this...
"Don't... I know I was wrong. Please..."
"You might as well just kill me!"
"Kill you?" Lin Yan's lips curled. "You said it yourself!"
With that, Lin Yan made as though to summon his Soul Power. One moment, he was teasing her with a smile; the next, he revealed a chilling killing intent.
The sudden change instantly frightened Zhu Zhuyun into behaving like a kitten.
"No, don't... Don't kill me."
Zhu Zhuyun changed her tune in an instant and immediately began begging for mercy.
"I really didn't mean to. Please spare me. Sob, sob..."
"I'm the future imperial consort."
"If Dai Weisi finds out about this, I'll never survive, even if you don't kill me."
As an imperial consort, the future mother of the nation, how could Zhu Zhuyun possibly be willing to do that sort of thing with Lin Yan?