"Hmm?" Hearing her call him 'Crown Prince,' his face darkened, and his warm hand landed on her small bottom with a not too light, not too heavy slap, "Pa!"
It was like a punishment.
His scorching big hand, through her nightdress, just covered her buttock like that.
"Little woman, what did you call me? Hmm?"
The skin he touched was a bit hot, and she instinctively kicked back and obediently corrected herself: "Husband."
"Dear Husband!"
This man must be a demon, spanking her little bottom at the slightest disagreement.
She bit her lip, reaching out with a small hand, trying to place it between them to create some distance, but unintentionally touched something hard. Was it his muscles?
She instinctively withdrew her hand.
"Sweetheart, you touched the wrong place."
The man of noble bearing suddenly lifted her chin and kissed her lower lip fiercely: "Sweetheart, are you deliberately teasing?"
Touch the wrong place?
