Slap!
"Ah!?"
The sound echoed sharply through the bustling room as Murong Jinxiang froze mid-step, her cheeks instantly flushing a deep crimson—not from shyness but from the stinging slap that shook her rear.
The unexpected spank sent her body jolting forward slightly, causing her to clench her eyes shut in a mix of embarrassment and fury.
'Just a bit longer... He's not himself tonight... Control yourself, Jinxiang,' she coached herself internally, taking deep, controlled breaths.
Her hands balled into fists at her sides as Zhang Wei stood behind her, a wide, grin splitting his face.
"It's gotten fluffier; maybe age is making them sag," Zhang Wei quipped loudly, adding insult to injury with his tactless remark.
'!!'
