"Muah!" Yang Xintian suddenly jumped onto Sun Dasheng, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a big kiss.
Sun Dasheng caught her by her small bottom, afraid she might fall.
"Alright, stop fooling around. Get down now."
But Yang Xintian didn't let him go. Only after kissing him to her heart's content did she finally lick her lips, satisfied.
"Uncle Sun, what did you eat today? Why does your mouth taste so sweet?"
"Weren't you eating with me? Do you even need to ask?" Sun Dasheng patted her bottom irritably, signaling for her to get down.
The footsteps outside were growing clearer.
"I'm not getting down! You have to beg me! I'll only come down if you beg me," Yang Xintian taunted, pulling a classic 'holding the emperor hostage to command the nobles' gambit.
Her bottom paid the price for that. It received a firm spanking.
"Ouch! You dare hit me? I'm going to scream for help!" The little witch, who feared nothing, was genuinely about to yell.
