"Kiss! Give me a kiss!"
Ye Qiao was making a fuss when suddenly she felt a sensation of weightlessness, followed by a blur in her vision, and she was hoisted up.
After a brief moment of stun, Ye Qiao started to struggle, "Old Wen! Old Wen, let go of me, I'm watching the show!"
Wen Jue gave Ye Qiao's buttocks a solid smack, "Be good, I'll deal with you when we get back."
Ye Qiao's face turned red, "Wen Jue! Are you tired of living? Who allowed you to slap my butt?"
Just as she finished speaking, the crowd of clanspeople suddenly burst into exclamations and commotion.
Ye Qiao began to struggle even more fiercely, "Ah, let me have a look! Did they kiss? Let go of me, let me go!"
Far from letting her go, Wen Jue held her even tighter.
His voice was deep, "What's there to see? When we get back, you'll have as much as you want."
Ye Qiao: ...
Her face turned so red it was as though it was about to catch fire, purely out of anger!
"Wen Jue, you're such a pervert!"
"Hmm."
