Qin Ling's phoenix eyes flashed with a peculiar light, then slowly lowered, biting her thin lip, holding back without speaking, sweat already beading on her forehead.
This level of patience, Qin Ling still possessed.
Mo Liancheng saw this and strangely restrained himself.
Then, Qin Ling discovered an unreasonable phenomenon—it didn't hurt! Yet, Mo Liancheng's actions hadn't stopped?!
If Qu Tan'er dared to open her eyes, she would surely know.
It was just a certain lord being petty, taking the opportunity to exact a little revenge.
Daring to strip in front of his woman, Qin Ling was clearly flirting, a bit of pain was deserved, considered getting off lightly.
Mo Liancheng's fingers suddenly stopped at Qin Ling's abdomen, his casual demeanor vanished, replaced with a solemn and focused expression, closing his eyes.
Suddenly, an Inner Strength strike!
Qin Ling spurted a mouthful of blood, his face contorted in pain.
