The chicken feather duster in hand swiftly swung like the wind, enacting a scene where the loving mother's duster beats upon the child's body.
The force was evidently not withheld or ambiguous, Baili An's hand resting on Ying Ji's leg suddenly clenched in pain.
He let out a low moan, instinctively wanting to struggle and stand up.
In full view of everyone, like a mischievous child being spanked by his mother, the thought was truly suffocating!
Lady Ying Ji's momentum was like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, her narrow phoenix eyes glaring roundly, as if a furious mother tigress spreading killing intent, extending her claw to press her unruly cub.
With one hand, she gripped Baili An's neck, while the chicken feather duster furiously fell, flinging tri-colored feathers into disarray, a few landing on her head, making her look both fierce and comical.
Baili An flailed like a duck caught in water, suspended in the air.
