She had never been the type to cry.
She had been forced by a group of men to shoot adult films and never shed a tear.
But at this moment, overwhelmed by shame, grievance, resentment, and anger, she no longer cared about anything— she bit down hard on Zhuang Qiting’s strong, muscular leg.
Zhuang Qiting hadn’t expected her to dare bite him.
His body tensed, muscles tightening, and his palm strikes grew sharper and more decisive, like angry parents scolding a disobedient child.
Before long, a large patch of redness bloomed.
Li Yaru was furious and helpless, but her upper body was firmly held down by him. There was nowhere to hide; she had to endure this absurd punishment.
She knew it— she just knew it!
There’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world! A man like him couldn’t possibly be a good person! He was nothing but a pervert!
Li Yaru lost count of how many slaps her poor little buttocks had taken— at least twenty, maybe thirty.
Each slap was heavy and hot, burning sharply, accompanied by an unbearable tingling sensation.
By the end, she was hoarse and completely limp, collapsing onto his knee.
“Does it hurt?” Zhuang Qiting’s voice was hoarse as his fingertip brushed gently over the reddened skin, tenderly massaging the sore spots.
Like a beautiful painting, fair skin flushed with rosy flowers, crafted by his own hands.
Li Yaru didn’t want to say a single word to this pervert. Only when he treated her gently did a faint, feather-like whimper escape her throat.
“Does it hurt?” he asked for the twentieth time.
“Isn’t that obvious? Why don’t you try spanking my butt and see?” Li Yaru turned her head, glaring fiercely with moist eyes and tear stains on her cheeks.
She looked pitiful, but the expression was more like gritting her teeth in pain.
Zhuang Qiting said calmly, “Good. It has to hurt. If it doesn’t, then the lesson isn’t learned.”
“Bastard!” she hissed through clenched teeth. If it weren’t for the aching in her back and his tight hold, she would have lunged at him to bite his neck.
“Smack!” Another merciless slap followed, accompanied by the scream of a child in torment.
“Still cursing?”
Zhuang Qiting’s palm pressed down firmly, heat radiating with overwhelming dominance, as if warning that if she didn’t behave, he could punish her hard at any moment.
Li Yaru bit her lip, water-glossed eyes full of stubbornness and resentment. If he didn’t spank her butt, she might still hold some respect for him, believing he was a remarkable man.
But now, his behavior was perverse, like a wolf shedding its fox skin, which only provoked her rebellious spirit.
Unfortunately, she was no match for him. With her life and future in his hands, all she could do was grit her teeth and swallow her anger.
To save face, she buried her head in a pillow and expressed her protest through silence.
After all, she hadn’t done anything wrong. She still thought cursing at Li Chengxiang wasn’t satisfying enough, but Zhuang Qiting sitting nearby was ruining her flow.
Seeing her hide away like a defeated cub, Zhuang Qiting felt a swell of pity in his heart.
How could he bear to spank her like this? He wanted to kiss her, hold her, and cherish her— he wasn’t some pervert who liked bullying women.
Okay, he admitted it— the first few slaps were meant as punishment, but later on, it veered off course.
The sensation was just too good: soft yet firm, like freshly kneaded dough, freshly steamed glutinous rice cakes, or melted white chocolate sauce, all exuding an irresistible scent.
The blood coursing through him grew hotter, burning with passion. The first slap was like opening Pandora’s Box, unleashing a hidden fetish buried deep within him.
He truly enjoyed spanking her little butt.
After all, you have to try to know what you like.
Zhuang Qiting’s eyes darkened and softened at the same time, stroking tenderly, whispering helplessly, “I wasn’t even using much strength.”
Li Yaru awkwardly tried to dodge.
Zhuang Qiting wrapped his arms around her, straightened his back, and, following his most primal instinct, bent down to kiss that plump flesh.
The feeling was also very pleasant— delicate, warm, with a secret, subtle fragrance.
He sighed softly, “Be a little better from now on, don’t make me worry. Knives and spears have no eyes. What if you got hurt? You’re so careless, that knife almost stabbed your foot.”
“Better to be stabbed than spanked by you, a hundred times over,” came a muffled voice from the pillow.
Li Yaru thought, What a huge pervert! What’s so great about kissing a spanked butt… rich people really have the weirdest tastes!
Her entire body felt off; the pain was one thing, but the tingling sensation spreading oddly was another.
“That’s not spanking. Ah Rou, you’re just too naughty,” Zhuang Qiting smiled.
She was pouty and aggrieved, which only made him even more reluctant to let go. He lovingly kneaded her again, kissed her twice more, then finally got serious.
Slowly, he tugged the small lace anklet dangling from her ankle back up, then wrapped an arm around her shoulders, ready to lift her up.
But this little one refused to budge, stubbornly staying prone.
Li Yaru was too ashamed to face anyone now; she might as well suffocate in the pillow!
Zhuang Qiting chuckled softly, full of affection. “Don’t want to get up?”
Li Yaru wanted to punch him to death, speaking with a hard mouth but reluctant, she wriggled a little.
Zhuang Qiting found it amusing— she was so adorable, whether acting spoiled or throwing tantrums. He liked it. Fine. Deal with it.
Li Yaru stole a glance. The man was deep in thought, his eyes dark and full of desire. She snorted, already seeing through his fake act.
When she stood up, she deliberately used hidden strength to press on the most sensitive meridian beside his leg, hoping to hurt him.
Zhuang Qiting frowned slightly, lowering his gaze. Suddenly, he noticed a dark wet stain on the thigh of his suit pants, shimmering faintly under the light.
He raised his hand to wipe it— sticky, moist, not ordinary mineral water. He paused, realization dawning. His chest trembled slightly. Swiftly, he grabbed Li Yaru’s waist, not allowing her to stand.
“What are you trying to do again—” Li Yaru was annoyed, glaring at him.
Zhuang Qiting stared at her. After a few seconds, with that wet finger, he lifted her delicate chin and, without giving her a chance to speak, silenced her with a kiss.
His hot tongue pried open her lips, his possessiveness fierce and urgent.
His kisses were always forceful, as if he wanted to swallow her whole, which was so different from his cold, dignified image.
No one would have guessed that behind his aloofness was such fiery passion.
Li Yaru was kissed dizzy, eyes half-closed. The strange feeling spreading through her limbs grew clearer and stronger.
She couldn’t take it and pushed him away, but her hands met his firm chest under his shirt.
Only then did Zhuang Qiting pull back, stroking her curled hair, breathing heavily. His voice was husky from the kiss, “It’s not good little girls who lie.”
Li Yaru didn’t understand what he meant, staring with wide, wet eyes, filled with a hint of coquettishness.
Zhuang Qiting swallowed hard, then wiped his palm over her watery skin again. She forgot to scream, body stiffening instantly.
He looked at his palm— it was as if he had just dipped it into a bowl of thick, sweet soup.
“What’s this?” he asked calmly.
Li Yaru’s face flushed deep red.
“Do you like being spanked by me?” he asked again, his voice dropping even lower.
Li Yaru completely lost her mind. She had never encountered such a situation before— never.
The word “like” stuck painfully in her throat. His prominent nose brushed against hers, his breath hot and close, dense with lingering warmth, leaving her breathless.
Zhuang Qiting snorted coldly, “Still shy? Looks like you’re not too wild after all.” Then he hugged her tightly and headed back indoors.
His steps appeared steady and deliberate, as usual, but in reality, they were fast and restless. He was eager to devour her completely.
Li Yaru clung tightly to Zhuang Qiting like a koala, breathing rapidly.
The scenery around her shifted swiftly— from the brown patterned floor tiles, through the winding corridor, to the ebony staircase, and finally the thick dark green velvet curtains drawn tightly shut.
Her curly hair fanned out messily like a brush, spread over the pale beige silk duvet cover.
Zhuang Qiting undid his shirt buttons, then pulled her closer, kissing her forcefully yet tenderly, as if he couldn’t bear to let go.
He kissed from her forehead to her cheeks, from her eyes to the tip of her nose. His hand gripped hers tightly, fingers entwined, pressing firmly.
The ring on his index finger was cold and hard, like a snake’s fang, ready to bite.
Li Yaru trembled uncontrollably. Danger loomed from every direction, frightening her, yet strangely comforting as well. The contradictions tangled and pulled her down deeper.
“Scared?” He propped himself up on his arms, looming over her.
Li Yaru looked up at his adam’s apple— a pure symbol of masculinity. Every man had one, but his was particularly prominent.
Below it were broad, straight shoulders and a strong chest. Though he was a pervert, his appearance was undeniably impressive.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been so dizzy from his kisses.
“Wh-why should I be scared…” Her words exposed her sharp teeth, prompting a chuckle from him.
Zhuang Qiting tenderly kissed her earlobe. “Don’t be scared, baby. From now on, we’ll be together for life, and for a lifetime, too. This is only the beginning.”
A lifetime?
Who would want to be with him forever…?
Li Yaru felt dazed, not understanding what he meant. Before she could think further, the overwhelming sensation completely engulfed her.
She felt softer than the fluffiest cloud, almost melting into a puddle of water.
Zhuang Qiting gently stroked that blooming pink hydrangea. The Zhuang Residence Garden was planted with many large hydrangea clusters in blue, pink, and purple.
After rain, the fluffy flower heads absorbed water, fresh and fragrant, blooming all summer long.
“Did you hear me, baby?” His voice was so gentle it felt like an illusion.
Just moments ago, he had scolded her harshly.
Li Yaru frowned, closed her eyes, and hummed softly, mumbling indistinctly, “What kind of sweet talk is that?”
Being with a pervert like him for a lifetime— just thinking about it made her shiver. Not a good thing at all.
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