They were weighty and cruel words.
Bai Weiwei gripped his chin, saying viciously, “After I marry you, you’re not allowed to take in concubines or drink at brothels1. I will manage your expenses, giving you five copper coins every month. I’ll ruin your reputation, let everyone know you are henpecked.”
Qi Chimu: “…”
This threat, why did something about it sound wrong.
Bai Weiwei’s eyes flashed with a sharp light. “I know you don’t like me. Marrying a woman you don’t like, tormenting you for a lifetime, that’s the cruelest punishment.”
Qi Chimu: “…”
This logic, there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with it.
After Bai Weiwei finished speaking, she continued to drip out wax.
Qi Chimu gave a hiss. He really couldn’t bear this kind of stimulating behavior that couldn’t be considered painful yet also couldn’t be said to be not painful.
His eyes grew sharp. His aura burst out, and he said fiercely, “Enough, Bai Weiwei. Stop.”
Bai Weiwei snorted, completely unafraid of his aggressive appearance. “Does it hurt or not ah. Don’t hold it in. I know it hurts.”
Qi Chimu: It’s not a matter of pain.
He blushed, but he didn’t say it, that this was a delight found within the boudoir bed.
Because looking at her stupid appearance, she really thought this was a kind of torture.
Bai Weiwei dripped wax for a long time and found that Qi Chimu had gritted his teeth, refusing to speak.
She placed down the candle. “Considering your no-good appearance, I thought you wouldn’t survive the punishment. I didn’t expect you’d have a bit of spine. I still have even more punishments waiting for you.”
Qi Chimu, who used to slice people’s skin and strip their flesh: “…”
She saw Bai Weiwei take out a feather.
Qi Chimu’s eyelid twitched. He had a bad feeling.
Bai Weiwei smiled. She reached out and removed his shoes.
Then, using the feather, she swept across the bottom of his feet, tickling his soles.
The not-ticklish Qi Chimu: “…”
Bai Weiwei tickled for a long time before asking, “Why aren’t you laughing?”
Qi Chimu, helpless: “He he.”
Bai Weiwei felt a bit discouraged. “That laugh didn’t have a single bit of sincerity.”
Saying this, she tried to sweep the feather upwards to his waist, a sensitive spot.
He shuddered, a numbing sensation rushing from his back to his lower abdomen.
He almost burned with rage.
He said viciously, “Bai Weiwei, do you know what you’re doing?”
Bai Weiwei was even fiercer than he was. “What am I doing? Of course, it’s torturing you.”
The ‘tortured’ Qi Chimu was speechless.
Bai Weiwei seemed to have caught on to his weakness. The feather continued to brush across the sensitive spot on his waist as she gloated, “Does it hurt or not, say if it hurts or not ah. I won’t laugh at you if you say it hurts.”
Qi Chimu was completely unable to control his body. The numbing sensation tormented him, wave after wave.
His body was taut, his skin beaded with sweat, his throat burning with thirst. His eyes carried a terrifying desire as they locked onto the unaware Bai Weiwei.
Bai Weiwei continued for a long time, then suddenly stopped.
She left Qi Chimu hanging, neither high nor low.
This kind of feeling really could torture a man to death.
Bai Weiwei clenched her teeth. “Still able to survive. I don’t believe you can survive all of my punishments.”
Qi Chimu’s voice was hoarse, as though he hadn’t drunk water in several days. “Stop, Bai Weiwei.”
Bai Weiwei completely ignored him.
She went over to the book again.
Qi Chimu couldn’t help asking, “What book is this.”
Bai Weiwei intimidated him with the front cover. “This is the most awesome torture book. Scared?”
Qi Chimu took a closer look.
《Eighteen Tortures》
Below that was a small line of print.
…erotic images of copulatory delights.
The words were so small that Bai Weiwei had probably skipped over them.
1: 喝花酒: to drink with female entertainers. In this case, probably brothel women.↩
