"You forgot?"
"I told you, disrespecting your ancestor means you get Whip-Fried Meat."
Qian Cheng narrowed his eyes, an evil aura radiating from his entire body.
"Whip-Fried Meat? What's that?"
Qian Renxue tilted her head. She had clearly never heard this novel term before, and her eyes were filled with confusion.
Before she could react, Qian Cheng suddenly bent down, easily scooped her up around the waist, and flipped her onto his lap.
Smack—
The crisp sound of a slap rang through the quiet room, delivered with just the right amount of force.
"Mm!"
"Y-you, what are you doing?!"
Caught completely off guard, Qian Renxue's cheeks instantly turned bright red.
"This is Whip-Fried Meat."
"For being disrespectful, for eavesdropping, for refusing to obediently return to your room..."
Qian Cheng raised his hand and gave her another slap.
Smack!
"Ow, ow, ow! I was wrong! Isn't it enough if I go back to my room?! I'll leave right now!"
After taking several slaps in a row, Qian Renxue finally could not stand it anymore.
"Only realizing you were wrong now? Too late!"
"Starting today, you'll get a serving of Whip-Fried Meat every day. We'll properly fix that bad habit of yours!"
Qian Cheng held down her squirming body, his tone carrying a hint of mischievous threat.
"No!"
Qian Renxue's cries and pleas blended together, but all they earned was an even more "wicked" laugh from him.
Outside the window, moonlight silently crept onto the edge of the bed, quietly preserving the warmth within the room.
"You're already so grown up. Why do you still like sleeping with your arms around my neck?"
Looking at Qian Renxue clinging to him like a koala, Qian Cheng felt rather helpless.
"No. I just like holding you."
Qian Renxue snuggled further into Qian Cheng's embrace,