A Mortal Life, an Immortal Life-Both Lives Belonged to Him

No sooner had the words left his mouth.

Qin Zhaoer hooked an arm around his neck and lifted her head to meet him.

The two went back and forth, neither willing to yield.

It was less like lovemaking than a brawl.

Yet with her unyielding temperament, when the fight reached its end, she was still the first to lose her footing.

Her entire body went limp as she fell into the brocade covers.

Thanks to their years of tacit understanding, Qin Zhaoer did not waste a single word.

She turned around on her own and bent forward, and the peach-gauze garment that had long since loosened slipped completely away.

She struck the pose with such righteous confidence that it was as though he owed her something.

Qin Wangchuan said nothing more and raised his hand.

The blow was neither light nor heavy.

Qin Zhaoer's body moved with it.

She twisted her head around, her eyes lifting at the corners as she spoke with naked provocation.

"How... can the dignified Qin Clan Divine Son have so little strength?"

The words made Qin Wangchuan want to laugh.

With the power he possessed now, if he truly used even half a fraction of it, he feared he could slap this little girl straight into the wall, where she could not be pried loose.

Yet in Qin Zhaoer's eyes, his restrained manner had become proof that he was useless.

That sharp little mouth of hers did not stop after that.

"Are you scratching an itch?"

His hand came down again, and faint red marks surfaced one after another.

"Tsk, even my grandmother would hit harder than that—Qin Wangchuan, can you even do it!"

Another strike landed.

This one was heavier.

Qin Zhaoer's back abruptly arched, her fingers clutching the brocade quilt tightening at once