"Well" Ning Fengqi couldn't help but groaned. The feeling of the whip hitting his body was not pleasant, but it was much stronger than those dirty and ugly men beating on him. The pain could make people remember the hatred in their hearts. He bit his lip and let it go. The whip was raging on the skin that was once smooth and delicate but now covered with horrific scars. Without saying a word, the smell of blood spread in the mouth, but it made people feel that the blood in the whole body was rushing, roaring for more, starting to heat up, this dirty body that had been raped. A tear flowed down the cheek from the corner of the eye, and dropped to the ground together with the blood, where it was quickly submerged and disappeared. Surprisingly, there were still tears.