Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

He blinked, his eyelashes sluggishly fanning up and down, and his already dull eyes became even duller. He couldn't believe what was happening.

But the pain that was not particularly obvious coming from behind reminded him all the time that what just happened was not an illusion, but a real fact.

"girl!!!"

Two words with a changed tone blurted out, like firecrackers, slamming into the air.

In just a moment, Shang Ce's face turned red as never before, and blood surged to his face, turning his entire face into a ripe tomato.

Almost every organ on his face has moved, his eyebrows are flying, his lips are trembling, he has completely lost his composure.

"You, you, how could you..." Shang Ce gritted his teeth. Perhaps he was too excited, causing the words to roll around in his mouth many times, making his teeth tremble, but he still couldn't spit it out. in the air.

In the end, it just turned into the simplest sentence: "Let me go!"

While growling, Shang Ce had already put his hands on the edge of the bed, struggling hard to get up from Nan Qiao.

The situation was "critical". This time, he really didn't have any strength at all. It could even be said that he had used almost all his strength, using his hands, waist, hips and legs.

but…

"Let go?" Nan Qiao sneered, raised his hand and pressed the palm of his hand on the back of Shang Ce's waist, fitting it tightly, pressing down hard with the heel of his palm, suppressing his struggling movements, and then -

"Bang!" A crisp sound exploded in the air again.

Nan Qiao slapped him again. The force was quite strong, and the round and elastic touch touched the palm of my hand, causing it to bounce slightly.

"General, didn't you just tell me to hit you?"

"It only took one, oh no, two blows, and the general regretted it?"

Nan Qiao's voice returned to its previous gentleness, and there was even a smile on his face, and the corners of his lips were curved, soft and gentle.

Oh, as long as you ignore her obscure eyes.

"Huh?" He hummed questioningly.

At the same time, she gently lifted one of her fingers that was tightly clasping Shang Ce's waist, bent her knuckles, and tapped behind him with interest.

With the tap of your fingertips, it's like pebbles falling into a lake, and a faint numbness spreads out in circles like ripples.

"…That was not what I meant!"

The pain was accompanied by numbness and cold bites on the body. Shang Ce's struggle was paused, and a breath of cold air was sucked into his mouth, like the cold air inadvertently inhaled in the mouth in winter. After a thrill, there was an even more intense struggle.

Although there is no fixed number of beatings he mentioned, there is no way it would be... there.

He is already in his mid-twenties and has been in a high position for many years. There are not many people who would sneer at him. How could he be willing to be forcibly pressed on his knees and beaten like a four or five-year-old child?

"Let me go!"

Shang Ce roared, his body twisting violently, like a cat being forcibly held in someone's arms, all four paws straining.

Nan Qiao narrowed his eyes and allowed him to struggle, not even blocking his internal strength. His only reaction was to press his hands tighter.

Anyway, this cat can only twist, but can't scratch, so it's easy to deal with.

"Pa!" He raised his hand and lowered it again.

"What do you mean, General?"

Shang Ce ignored it at all, but his body trembled slightly because of Nan Qiao's slap. He clenched his teeth a little more, and the muscles all over his body were so tense that they were almost trembling.

There is only one thought in his mind right now: "Let me go!"

Every word was mixed with shame and anger, and even his eyes were red with anger.

Nan Qiao didn't reply. He slapped the wind and faced him again. After a clearer sound, his voice was a little deeper than before: "Don't move."

"If you do something wrong, you have to be punished."

"The general should know this."

"And this is what you promised yourself. Once you say something, it's hard to chase after it. Is the general trying to trick a little girl like me?" Nan Qiao said, as if he was angry, and slowly stopped his smile, and the breath around him Gradually it sank a little.

Shang Ce couldn't see Nan Qiao's expression, but that didn't stop him from feeling the creepy atmosphere wafting in the air.

Even when he couldn't see it, he was a little more sensitive to these things.

He couldn't help but tremble again.

Rationally, Shang Ce knew that he couldn't resist Nan Qiao at all, but in reality he couldn't control it at all.

"If a girl wants to be punished, she can naturally choose other ways to punish her. Why must she use this humiliating method!" His tone was very angry.

Still a "little girl", what kind of little girl could suppress him like this?

What a fart! Shang Ce couldn't hold it back and cursed directly in his heart.

"Hurt?" Nan Qiao blinked and repeated, biting the words slowly, "Is this humiliation to the general?"

"What else?" Listening to Nan Qiao's nonchalant tone, Shang Ce's words became more and more passionate. He was so emotional that he didn't even know what he was talking about.

"How about I also press the girl on my knees, let her feel a little bit, and try carefully whether this is considered humiliating?"

As soon as these words came out, Nan Qiao had no reaction, but Shang Ce himself was stunned for the first time.

What did he say? !

Could he actually be able to say such offensive words?

But soon, Shang Ce found a reason for his behavior. He must have been mad at Nan Qiao to be so arrogant.

But after all, this is not what you should say to a girl.

He knew he had made a mistake, especially since Nan Qiao didn't respond for the time being. He couldn't figure out what she was thinking.

Shang Ce bit his lip and stopped talking for a while. His struggle that had never stopped weakened by three points.

Nan Qiao didn't know what Shang Ce was thinking, so he slowed down his monitoring movements and thought he was tired. She put her palms on the back of his waist without moving, and suddenly smiled on her face.

"In that case, let the general feel the humiliation."

"When will I accept my punishment? When will I stop?"

"Of course." Nan Qiao smiled softly and patted his butt gently, "If the general likes to struggle, then I don't mind at all."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Qiao clasped his waist tightly, raised his other arm to the same height as his own shoulder, and then quickly lowered it.

The palm of his hand cut through the air, bringing up a strong gust of wind.

As the palm bites the muscles of the buttocks, there is a sound first, and then there is a not sharp pain, which slowly spreads on the skin.

At the same time, Shang Ce struggled in vain again, and his whole body was flopping against her.

After all, he is a big man with a lot of strength.

Nan Qiao was taken off his hands several times, and she struggled to crawl forward with her butt stuck out. She grabbed her waist and pulled her back, then pressed her tightly and continued to beat her.

As a martial arts practitioner, Nan Qiao's hands were not weak. Even if he deliberately restrained himself, pain was inevitable when he hit someone.

Especially since she deliberately hit the buttocks or a little higher up, the pain became even more obvious.

It was like pouring water into a wooden barrel that was wide at the bottom and narrow at the top. The pain slowly accumulated, first slowly and then quickly.

The first one didn't hurt and I didn't feel much. The second one fell on the same place and was bearable. By the third time, I started to feel pain and my skin became warm. And by the fourth time, the pain doubled again. …

Shang Ce never gave up the idea of ​​​​escape.

But no matter how much he struggled and twisted, he could never escape the slaps that fell like raindrops. Nan Qiao could always hit him where it hurt the most.

The most successful time during this period was when Nan Qiao's hand probably slipped and she let go of him somehow, allowing him to take advantage of the opportunity and break away from her hand.

It's a pity that Nan Qiao's room is an area he has never set foot in before. Today is just the first time he entered, and he still staggered and was dragged over by her.

He didn't know anything about the structure or furniture here. He didn't even know where the door was. He groped with his feet on the floor and took two steps before she hooked her waist and pushed her back onto her legs.

And the result of this was that the slap fell even harder.

In the scene of suffering and suffering, time was stretched far and long.

Shang Ce didn't know how many blows he had received or how long it had been. He only felt that the skin under his waist had become completely hot, hot and painful.

His breathing was also chaotic, rising and falling. His slightly hot breath fell on the quilt, was absorbed into a ball by him, and then returned to his face, a moist heat.

Shang Ce didn't want to beg for mercy, nor did he want to make any sound similar to crying out in pain. With patience, he unconsciously turned his hands into fists and gritted his teeth tightly.

After being seen by Nan Qiao, they were opened one by one, and then a piece of cloth, probably a handkerchief, was stuffed in his hand.

Probably the posture of hanging his head caused the blood to rush to his head, making Shang Ce feel a little dizzy.

His face was always red, and his ears were always bright-colored. From the blush caused by shame and anger at the beginning, to the physiological factors of brain congestion causing blushing cheeks now.

Or maybe there's something else mixed in there.

But no one knows this.

"Huh..." Shang Ce gritted his teeth and exhaled deeply, with beads of sweat covering his entire forehead.

The struggling movement finally stopped, and his hands, feet, and head all fell down.

"Nan Qiao, stop..." A weak voice sounded in the air.

Shang Ce gently tugged at Nan Qiao's clothes with his weak hands. His palms were soaked with sweat, and he finally gave in: "I can't move anymore..."

Escape and pain consumed so much energy that Shang Ce had no energy left.