"And look at your themed rooms, aren't they just simply decorated? There's really nothing special about them—I thought they were…" Liu Yufei stopped mid-sentence.
Zhou Qing rolled over to top her, looking into her eyes that shimmered like obsidian, and grinned mischievously, "So tell me, what did you think the themed rooms were like? Did you expect whips, massage chairs? Maybe some ropes too, the kind that could tie you up?"
In an instant, Liu Yufei's face flushed deeply.
"You're bad!"
Zhou Qing pretended to be angry, "Still daring to scold me? It seems I've been too lenient with you!"
Before Liu Yufei could react, Zhou Qing got up, pinned Liu Yufei to the bed, and smacked her buttocks several times.
Liu Yufei's cheeks turned almost blood-red, the alcohol in her system amplifying her uninhibited cries.
Soon, her buttocks were both red and hot.
"You're bad!"
Liu Yufei continued to shout.
But the more she called Zhou Qing that, the harder his slaps became.
