No matter how much Shang Xinlei pleaded or insulted, Yan Qing continued to punish her mercilessly. Today, Shang Xinlei was dressed in tight shorts and black silk stockings, her figure from behind resembling two curved hills suddenly rising from straight lines. With each fiery encounter, the hills quivered slightly, and Shang Xinlei's cries grew quieter, eventually becoming strange whimpers.
After about five or six strikes, Yan Qing started to cool down, but seeing Shang Xinlei still dared to insult him, he hit her again. How could Shang Xinlei tease him like this, almost causing him embarrassment? If he didn't take this opportunity to teach her a lesson, this little kitchen maid might ride over him in the future!
"Dare to cause trouble like this again!?"
"Mmm..."
"Do you dare? Answer me!"
"I don't dare anymore..."
