Li Beijue's mind quickly flashed with the image of someone. He spun around abruptly, and sure enough, he saw that foolish woman. She had caught the whip with one hand and was shielding him.
The whip used for family discipline had fine barbs on it. She gripped the whip with one hand, while the remaining part scraped against her arm, leaving a circle of crimson marks on her fair skin.
It was as if her arm had been kissed by fire—an especially shocking sight!
Li Beijue's pupils instantly contracted, his teeth clenched, "Chi Enen, didn't I tell you to wait for me outside?"
"I was waiting outside, but you didn't come out, so I came in."
Chi Enen's arm felt searing pain as if being set on fire, but it couldn't compare to the pain in her heart! She could hardly believe that the man who had walked in unharmed earlier had now ended up like this.
The clothes on his back had split open, revealing whip marks that were brutally clear—his skin was flayed and battered!
