"Stretch out your hand and don't dodge," Zhao Xinxin commanded with a hint of authority.
"Sister Xin, this isn't really appropriate, is it? If someone sees, it'd be hard to explain. Where I come from, only wives do this to their husbands," he said as he pulled his hands back behind him, knowing Sister Xin's temperament—it was certain she wouldn't hold back. If she were to strike hard with the steel ruler, it would be extremely painful.
"Oh, so you dare to take advantage of me? You're dead meat today. If I don't give you a good thrashing, I won't let it go. Come on, stretch out your hands. If I don't vent my frustrations on you today, I'm not finished with you," Zhao Xinxin said with a tone that strangely resembled a girlfriend sulking to her boyfriend. Tangyu was somewhat surprised—Sister Xin had a cute side to her, quite different from her tough woman image. In fact, this side was quite endearing. So Tangyu, of course, had to tease her a bit more.
