'Yes, yes, yes!'
Lü Yóulài really wanted to pass out at that moment, but Ding Ling's slaps weren't that forceful. Instead, they were just painful enough—pain that drilled into his heart and lungs, making it very difficult to faint.
He was about to cry. What kind of palm force was this? It hurt like hell!
But under Ding Ling's piercing gaze, he had no choice but to endure the pain and stammer:
'I-I won't dare do it again.'
'You just won't dare?'
Smack!
Ding Ling slapped him again, sending Lü Yóulài spinning in place before he turned back to face Ding Ling. Mm, once again, it was just enough to keep him from fainting, but it hurt like hell.
Lü Yóulài was close to tears. He instinctively covered his aching left cheek. 'I-I-I'll follow Miss Si Teng's lead from now on. If she tells me to go east, I'll go east. If she tells me to go west, I'll go west. I'll obey every order without question and be Miss Si Teng's loyal lapdog.'
Ding Ling looked at Si Teng. 'Si Teng, do you want this dog?'
Si Teng shook her head in disgust.
'See?'
Ding Ling stared expressionlessly at Lü Yóulài. 'Si Teng doesn't want a lapdog like you, so I'll have to trouble you to close your eyes for a while.'
Smack!
This time, the slap sent Lü Yóulài flying. He spun three times in midair before landing with a thud, then passed out very neatly.
'You're incredible.'
Si Teng glanced at the people sprawled across the floor, admiration filling her heart. 'Your control over your strength is truly exquisite. I'm ashamed to admit I can't compare.'
Those first few slaps Ding Ling had given Lü Yóulài had been perfectly controlled. They had left him dazed without injuring