A Masochist's Delight

"Beg for mercy? If begging worked, there wouldn't be so many people suffering in this world." The wind carried Su Ming over to Liu Erlong, and he slapped her across the face. It did not hurt much, but it was loud and left a distinct handprint.

"Old woman, why do you people always spout such useless crap? Since you didn't actually do anything to me, you won't mind if I slap you a few times, right?" Su Ming did not wait for her answer. He slapped her anyway.

A steady rhythm of slaps sounded from the shore. Liu Erlong took the beating without a hint of resistance.

Su Ming dusted off his hands. Seeing Liu Erlong's face swollen almost beyond recognition put him in an excellent mood. He had never been one to let a slight go unanswered. If he had a score to settle, he settled it on the spot. If he could not, there was always next time, or the time after that... or the time after that.

"That'll do. You got off easy. Keep a low profile from now on, got it?" Su Ming released the wind restraining Liu Erlong. As she fell and gulped down air, he did not feel especially triumphant, but at least he was no longer annoyed.

Liu Erlong felt the burning pain in her cheeks and looked up at Su Ming, who was studying her from midair. Her face flushed with embarrassment, though after all his slaps, it was already too red for anyone to notice.

Su Ming was not thinking about what was going through her head. Looking at her, he was considering something else: should he take Tang San as his son? Judging by Su Laoqi's behavior, there probably would not be a problem.

Below him, Liu Erlong watched Su