Yan Xi didn't want to be merciful at all. In fact, he deliberately wanted Tao Xiaowei to remember the lesson this time. He slapped her hard on the butt and counted to three in a flat tone.
At ten, he stopped his aggressive palm.
Tao Xiaowei cried, struggled, and begged for mercy, but Yan Xi ignored her, and her hand strength did not even weaken, and her palms were merciless.
As a result, the little princess's buttocks swelled beautifully. She was tired from crying, so she lay on the floor sobbing, and her pretty buttocks were burning with pain when she turned over.
"Reflect on it." Yan Xi left four words without consoling her. She strode out of the tent and asked Jiuding to stand guard at the door. No one was allowed in, leaving Tao Xiaowei lying on the bed alone, her face "slumped"
Thinking about it. As for him, his anger has only disappeared by a third, and he still has more than half of it. He urgently needs to find someone to vent his anger.[
Yan Rong and Zhuye Tong couldn't escape in time and were bumped into by Yan Xi who suddenly walked out. They had to look at the sky and the ground, pretending to be a chance encounter.
Yan Xi said coldly, "Second brother, did you enjoy watching the show?"
He smiled dryly, nodded, and stroked his beard without fear of death, "It's okay, it's okay."
"How about accompanying my little brother to meet the fourteenth prince of Qi?" Now that he had seen enough gossip, Yan Xi naturally started to order people around without any guilt.
And that look in his eyes clearly meant he couldn't tolerate rejection. Without waiting for Yan Rong to nod, he strode forward.
Yan Rong patted Zhuye Tong's little hand and said, "Little Tong, be good, go back to the tent and wait for me. Eat dinner by yourself first, but don't get hungry. I'll be back as soon as I go with my seventh brother."
Zhuye Tong looked back at Jiuding's extremely serious face, knowing that she would never see Tao Xiaowei at this time, so she nodded obediently and walked towards the military tent where she lived.
"Seventh brother, wait for me, why are you walking so fast?" Yan Rong complained exaggeratedly, half-running to catch up, and asked as he walked, "How is it, how does it feel to train your wife? Isn't it very big?
What does it feel like to be a man? Is it a sense of superiority and pleasure?"
She looked at him with side eyes and contempt, "Second brother, second sister-in-law is in the military tent. You might as well go and 'train' it and experience it for yourself."
Yan Rong smiled and shook his head, "That's not possible. Xiaotong is my biological daughter-in-law, how could I do it?"
"Want me to help?"
"Forget it, just rest, you won't have to worry about this."