"Hiss…"
Xia Jinmian gasped in pain!
Ye Mohan's expression flitted slightly. He shifted his long legs slightly to avoid the inordinately soft lumps and smacked Xia Jinmian's butt.
"No more swearing!" He said in an educative and commanding tone.
Xia Jinmian: "…"
She twisted her body angrily and yelled in exasperation, "Who the f*ck do you think you are?! Who are you to tell me what to do?! Let go of me! Damn f*cking a*shole!"
Bam! Bam! Bam!
The sound of several consecutive smacks rang in the air.
Even though Ye Mohan controlled his strength, he seemed to have still exerted too much force.
Xia Jinmian felt that her butt had gone from painful to numb in just a few seconds. But her ego suffered an even huger blow.
She was overwhelmed with shame and hatred!
Yes, hatred!
She hated this man to the core. He must be nutty as a fruitcake!
He followed her to Emperor Garden—not to kill her—but to hold her down and spank her?
He must be a f*king pervert who had escaped from a mental hospital!
After more than 10 smacks, Ye Mohan's sharp intuition told him that Xia Jinmian's butt… was swollen.
He released her.
Xia Jinmian had already calmed down and did not curse or resist anymore. She stood up from the man's lap.
However, she had nowhere to vent her fury. Her eyes were bloodshot.
Ye Mohan frowned, his voice filled with displeasure. "If it hurts, why didn't you cry out?"
Xia Jinmian did not say anything and held her breath.
She was not his match and then humiliated by him in such a way. Since she was at his mercy, there was no need to struggle.
"Kill or torture me if you want. There's no need to bully me like this."
Ye Mohan stared at her. Seeing that she was calm and her eyes were red with anger, he clenched the hand that had just spanked her.
For some reason, he suddenly regretted the angry spanking he gave her.
Ye Mohan's eyes were dark. He stood up from the couch and said calmly, "Go to sleep."
He opened the door and left the bedroom.
Xia Jinmian suddenly heaved a sigh of relief. Her tense body—covered in a sheen of sweat—instantly relaxed.
She went into the bathroom and stood under the shower, wanting to wash the places where the man had molested her.
She could see her butt was already bruised in the mirror. She did not care.
She stared fixedly on her bare back in the mirror. There was a tattoo of a purple lotus the size of a baby's palm on her scapula.
This tattoo was very special. It had been imprinted at birth.
As the body grew, so did the tattoo.
It had blossomed into a lifelike purple lotus that was at its bloom.
In her previous life, she also had a tattoo of a purple lotus on her scapula.
She knew that the tattoo of a purple lotus on this body was not because of her transmigration, but because this body originally had it too.
When Xia Jinmian saw the identical tattoo of a purple lotus and thought of the strange phenomenon of her transmigration, a wild idea grew.
She and the Host were both orphans. Perhaps… they were sisters?
In the adjacent bedroom, Ye Mohan was also taking a shower.
After coming out of Xia Jinmian's bedroom, his body felt uncontrollably hot.
That unprecedented feeling coursed through his entire body. Every cell in his body seemed to be charging for a release.
Ye Mohan clenched his fists and lowered his dark eyes.
The strange feeling from before was still lingering, searing his skin.
She was supposed to be the woman he hated the most, but she gave him a different experience.
Ye Mohan closed his eyes and stood under the cold water to calm the surging heat in his body.
When he opened his eyes again, they were chillingly dark and deep.