C699 Tongue Zhan Qianxue

Wang Fann, who was lying on the bed, had a soft whip wrapped around his neck. He looked at Qian Xue, who was walking towards him step by step after closing the door.

"What is it? Are you afraid?" Qian Xue pulled the handle in her hand and tightened her grip on the whip around Wang Fann's neck.

"Isn't it good to be alive?" Wang Fann did not pull off the long whip around his neck