"Hey, husband, take your wandering hand away. Why are you in such a rush? Can't you wait until I'm inside before making a move?"
Bibi Dong looked at that wandering hand, stamped her foot, and complained unhappily.
Huang Tian sheepishly withdrew his hand and took the string of Spatial Rings. He was not usually that impatient; he had merely used a little too much force just now. Still, it had felt pretty good.
After Huang Tian moved aside, Bibi Dong was finally able to enter. Her footsteps clicked as she headed toward the bedroom, while Huang Tian shut the door and followed close behind, rubbing his hands together with a lecherous look. "Madam, are you wearing that uniform outfit tonight?"
"Get lost. I'm not wearing it anymore. If I wear it again, I'm afraid you'll be hobbling along the walls tomorrow morning with an aching back and weak legs." Bibi Dong turned around, her face full of provocation.
"You!" Huang Tian's blood immediately rushed to his head. He stepped forward, wrapped his left arm around Bibi Dong's slender waist, raised his right hand high, and smacked her perky backside. Two slaps landed with two crisp smacks.
Bibi Dong was stunned at once. A huge sense of humiliation surged through her—he had actually spanked her. "Husband, this is retaliation. Did I hit a sore spot?"
"I didn't, I haven't, don't talk nonsense."
"Then why did you hit me? Has this become another one of your hobbies?" Bibi Dong glared at him furiously.
"I-I like it. I wanted to. Is that enough?" Huang Tian shamelessly lied through his teeth. What a joke—could he tell her the truth? Could he say he was lashing out from embarrassment?
"Heh." Bibi Dong broke free from Huang Tian's embrace, placing her right hand over the spot