Di Baijun saw his embarrassed and pleading gaze from the corner of her eyes. Combined with what he had said, Di Baijun—who was still confused—almost broke into laughter.
Even if she held in the laugh, her smiling eyes—as beautiful as the crescent moon—gave it away.
She quickly turned her head away and harrumphed. "Who was interested in beating you?"
Wang Hu raised his eyebrows, and his heart was filled with glee. However, he tried hard to suppress his smile. It was a good sign that she talked. Moreover, she spoke with an affection that she didn't even realize herself, which was an even better sign.
He bore with the cringe and decided to go all-out.
He spoke softly, "Baijun, I am willing to be beaten by you forever."
Di Baijun grimaced; she had more shame than this fellow. She turned her face to the other side to hide her almost fully reddened face, and her body wiggled to get away from him.
