Nalan Yanran: Make Me Your Slave, Then Whip Me Hard...

Memories of the past surged back into her mind.

The boy's unnaturally calm voice, his composure in the face of catastrophe, and everything else from those days struck her like a hammer blow.

Two years ago, she had broken their engagement. And now...

He had turned around and made a name for himself in the Jia Ma Empire. He had even married Medusa, the legendary queen of the Snake-People Tribe, whose beauty countless people could only dream of.

An absurd thought took hold of her. For a moment, she almost believed Xiao Yan had pretended to lose his cultivation just to make her come and break off the engagement.

Then the handsome young man turned toward her, and their eyes met.

His smile was as warm as ever, but unlike before, it carried a trace of distance and coolness.

Nalan Yanran parted her red lips, but she did not know what to say.

His gaze returned to the arena. He chatted and laughed with Ya Fei beside him, even trading a playful remark or two with Yao Ye behind him. Only she sat there alone, at a loss.

She had broken off the engagement herself. She should have been prepared for this. She had brought it all on herself...

As for becoming his slave after the Three-Year Agreement and letting him do whatever he wished with her...

She glanced at Xiao Yan ahead of her and bit her lip. She could not beat him anyway. She found herself almost looking forward to seeing how he would torment her once she was his slave.

A whip? Or would he lock her in a dark room and put her through a harsh interrogation...

In her mind, the young man loomed over her and pinned her hard against the bed. He looked her