She stepped forward slowly and then stopped in front of him.
Joseph didn't give her time to buffer, grabbing her arms, and soon she fell into his arms, and in the next second, he reached out his hands and slapped her butt.
A burning pain soon spread. "Ouch!" She screamed.
"It seems that you get a lot of guts!"
Irish didn't expect that he would slap her hip at his full tilt, and soon she felt that her legs were numb. She leaned against his lap, and her face distorted like a walnut out of pain.
"Do you know you are wrong?"
Irish hastily nodded.
"Say something."
"I am wrong." She said with a choking voice.
After hearing this, Joseph's frown smoothed. He looked at her, whose hair covered half of her face, but he could still see her tearful eyes. Joseph's heart trembled and felt sore. He patted her and then said, "Don't do this next time."
Irish puckered her mouth and said nothing.
