Wang Li's hand slid down to caress Palace Mistress Jiu Lan's buttocks, his touch firm and possessive. With a sudden motion, he smacked her buttocks, the sharp sound echoing in the quiet tent. Jiu Lan gasped, a mix of surprise and pleasure flashing across her face.
"It's a good thing you've submitted to me," Wang Li said, his voice a husky murmur. "Otherwise, I would have just had to work harder. I wouldn't have stopped until you surrendered completely."
Jiu Lan stared at him, her lips parted in shock. His audacity was infuriating, yet the way he looked at her, the way he touched her, stirred something deep within her. She let out a resigned sigh, shaking her head slightly. "You really are a rascal," she muttered, her voice tinged with a strange mixture of annoyance and affection. "But for some reason, I can't bring myself to hate you."
