"Shut up! Is this a place for you to speak?"
Chen Ye shouted sternly, his eyebrows furrowed, and began the punishment.
"Ugh! It hurts!" The girl's body nearly curled into a shrimp shape, only feeling a searing pain in her chest.
"If you can't keep your back straight, what about your legs?"
Chen Ye changed his tone, and his large hand suddenly let go, sliding directly under her wide skirt.
"No!!"
Zhang Chuxi's eyes filled with tears, her beautiful face lost color, and her legs instinctively clamped tightly together.
But Chen Ye's hand was unstoppable, pressing firmly on her round, firm thigh.
"To practice alchemy, a stable base is needed."
Chen Ye's expression remained unchanged, as his fingertips slowly wandered over the delicate skin, feeling the amazing elasticity beneath his palm,
"Your legs are trembling so much, what if the pill furnace explodes? Hmm?"
"Not... not trembling..."
