No matter how much Shang Xin Lei begged for mercy and cursed him, Yan Qing still brought down his punishment without mercy. Today, Shang Xin Lei was dressed in tight shorts and black stockings. From behind, it looked as if two straight lines suddenly rose into two perfectly rounded hills. Every time thunder and fire struck, the hills trembled slightly, while Shang Xin Lei's cries grew quieter and quieter, eventually becoming strange whimpers.
After five or six strikes, Yan Qing had more or less cooled down. But when he saw that Shang Xin Lei still dared to be stubborn and curse him, he gave her another round. Who told her to toy with him like that, nearly making him embarrass himself? If he didn't take this opportunity to teach her a harsh lesson, this Little Chef Girl might start throwing her weight around over him in the future!
"Do you still dare to make such a fuss!?"
"Mm..."
"Do you dare? Answer me!"
"I won't..."
Shang Xin Lei's consciousness seemed somewhat adrift. Her gaze had lost its focus, her lower lip was tightly bitten, and her seductive eyes were misty. Her soft, sweet appearance made it impossible to see any trace of the devil incarnate she had been moments ago, and her cheeks were so red they looked ready to bleed. She sniffed softly and cast Yan Qing a resentful look, her eyes seemingly able to pull silk.
Yan Qing felt the flame that had cooled in his heart blazing back to life, leaving him parched. Almost as if possessed, he gave her another hard slap.
Shang Xin Lei let out an adorable nasal hum and stared straight at Yan Qing, scolding him softly, "You pervert."
This is bad. I'll never be able to pretend to be a gentleman again.