Ye Xixi missed her brother so much that she didn't sense any danger. Like a playful little monkey, she waved her two hands and threw herself directly into Wen Zao's arms, her enthusiasm almost knocking him onto the bed.
Wen Zao protected her waist to prevent her from getting hurt by the momentum. After they steadied themselves, Wen Zao suddenly wrapped her small body and flipped her over onto his lap.
Ye Xixi was startled and instinctively knew what Wen Zao was about to do. But before she could even react, Wen Zao disdainfully lifted her skirt. His large hand rose and gave her round, soft little butt a few hard and quick smacks — 'pā pā pā pā —'
The crisp sound and powerful rhythm made it clear he'd practiced often.
And Ye Xixi also cried out 'ā ā ā ā—' along with the slaps, perfectly in sync with the 'pā pā pā pā —'
"Why did you hit me? Do you think I'm a top? You just hit without warning?" Ye Xixi turned her head, glaring at Wen Zao, complaining with her eyes tearing up.
