Night had fallen.
Small Woods.
Cries kept coming from inside the Land Rover—not cries of pain, but rather suppressed, trembling sounds.
Smack!
Smack!
Dong Xuebin was getting addicted to it, and each slap was harsher than the last!
Though he said he was going to teach Fang Wenping a lesson, Dong Xuebin had only said it casually. He could not bear to hurt her and had not really been angry with Old Fang. He had merely found an excuse to tease Sister Fang. Yet after he started spanking her, Fang Wenping revealed that expression. She did not seem angry at all; instead, she looked slightly dazed. Her formerly hard gaze had turned moist, her whole body was burning hot, and her temperature kept rising. Even in the dim light, he could see the skin on her face and neck flushing redder and redder. Seeing this, Dong Xuebin's heart began to race. Old Fang's expression stirred up a fire inside him. What an Old Enchantress!
He stopped spanking her.
Dong Xuebin switched to pinching her, viciously twisting Old Fang's plump, beautiful buttock and refusing to let go. He used considerable force. Fang Wenping opened her mouth again, her head involuntarily tilting back. Her mouth remained open as she kept drawing in breaths, and her body trembled slightly. Dong Xuebin did not have violent tendencies. If Fang Wenping had shown even the slightest resistance or inability to bear it, he certainly would not have continued. But he had not received that signal from her expression, so he became even more eager. Today, he wanted to see just how much Old Fang liked being abused. It would also help establish his authority, so Fang Wenping would stop giving him dirty looks all the time.
He let go.
Fang Wenping exhaled deeply, sweat already