Chapter 2247 - 722: Yan City, Yan City_2

The face "boom," became so red it was about to bleed.

"You...why aren’t you wearing clothes! Pervert! Exhibitionist!" She tried to shift the blame, avoiding accountability.

Her small hands covered her eyes, but the fingers honestly parted.

"Oh?" Tang Song stepped closer, cornering her, looking down at her big, darting eyes, he laughed, "Shouldn’t you first explain why you were eavesdropping on my call?"

"I...I wasn’t eavesdropping..." Xu Qing retorted stubbornly, "I was just passing by! Yeah! I just woke up, getting ready to go to the bathroom."

"Is that so?" Tang Song stretched out his hand, pinching her chubby cheeks, pulling them outward, "Still dare to lie? Seems like I need to teach this naughty little maid a lesson."

"No! Don’t spank me!" Xu Qing’s eyes widened in fear, hands shielding her behind.

But Tang Song directly picked her up.

Pressed her down on the thigh, lifted the nightgown, and started spanking the round, perky little buttocks lightly but firmly.

"Smack ——"

The sound was crisp and pleasant.

Especially loud in the quiet bedroom.

"You’re awful, you pervert, ouch, it hurts!"

"Let me go, do you believe I’ll accuse you of domestic abuse!"

Xu Qing, the lady, kicked her limbs wildly in the air, mouth erupting with all sorts of indignant shouts.

However, it was of no use.

"Smack ——"

"Boo hoo hoo ——, Yanyan save me."

Tang Song’s movements paused, stopped.

"Qingqing, don’t you still owe me 160 spankings?"

"Just now you got 4 hits, still 156 to go! What’s up? You want them all done at once?! I’ll report you for abuse!"

"Do you want to lessen the punishment?"

"Yes! How to lessen it?" Xu Qing immediately perked up, ears pricking.

Tang Song leaned to her ear, warmly exhaling, tempting in a low voice, "Get your bestie to accept the punishment with you. Thus, each of you only needs to take 78 spanks."

Xu Qing’s struggle instantly ceased.

She lay there dumbfounded on Tang Song’s leg, her large black eyes wide open.

Being spanked with Yanyan?

The two side by side...

Song standing behind...

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

That scenario... too perverted! Absolutely insane!

I, Xu Qing, the lady, how could I agree to such an absurd request?!

A gentleman can be killed, but not humiliated!

Seeing her cheeks becoming increasingly red and adorable, Tang Song chuckled.

He flipped her over, pinned her to the soft large bed, and started kissing her.

From the cheeks, eyes, to the neck, all the way down...

Xu Qing’s body instantly softened, breathing became rapid.

When she felt the edge of her panties being tugged, she shivered sharply, skin hair rising all over.

Protesting with a flushed face, "Hey hey hey, no...can’t do it."

"You you you...ouch...I told you it’s not okay..."

Yet that pitiful resistance, under absolute strength, was weak and futile.

As his movements gently lifted Xu Qing’s body, her brain turned into a messy porridge, the proposal that just made her scalp numb, uncontrollably scrolling in her mind.

Being spanked with Yanyan...

Sharing blessings, facing adversity... good sisters for life...

This logic... seems... makes sense?

Yesterday, under her bestie’s instigation, she sent him several sexy photos from college featuring her and Yanyan.

As a result, at 9:00 p.m., Song directly stormed Lanfeng International Apartment.

God knows what kind of devilish experience it was for an author enthusiastically creating "colorful literature," suddenly having their male lead actor do a "live material collection"!

(つД`)ノ

Moreover, Song is a complete monster.

I, Xu Qing, the lady, if have to bear all his firepower alone...

Afraid it’ll directly lead to a Game Over’s Bad Ending!

She’ll definitely be broken by him!

From the viewpoint of self-defense and wisely distributing damage, pulling a sturdier and more defensive T-shield (C+ cup) over, to bear the Boss’s AOE (area damage)...

Seems like a very reasonable tactical choice.

The powerful ability to imagine swamped dizzy Xu Qing, as if fireworks were constantly exploding in her head.

...

The night view of Yang City hasn’t faded.

Zhang Yan dragged her somewhat worn-out suitcase into Fangcun Subway Station.

The Line 1 subway train slowly started moving.

Three stops later, transferred to Line 8.

With the rush of Monday’s morning peak crowd, she got squeezed into the slightly stuffy cabin.

Standing in a corner, one hand tightly gripping the overhead handle, the other guarding the suitcase in front, she struggled to maintain balance in the swaying cabin.

Watching the route screen show station jumping one by one.

The air gradually turned murky, mixed with smells of breakfast and assorted perfumes.

After getting off the subway and walking a few hundred meters, she finally reached Baiyun International Airport.

She took a deep breath and meticulously followed the tutorial checked on her phone earlier, found the check-in counter, awkwardly processed luggage check, and received the boarding pass carrying all her expectations.

The last time from the Imperial City to Yang City, she took a hard sleeper train over twenty hours long.

This is the first time in her life flying.

Nervousness is inevitable.

But more than that, it’s an uncontrollable anticipation.

When she finally passed security checks and sat in the cool chairs of the departure lounge, there was still a lengthy hour before boarding time.

Outside the massive glass wall, silver-white planes like graceful giant birds were taking off and landing.