"Oh no, stop hitting me, I can't use inner strength, what if I get hurt?" Yun Hao held Ying'Er's slender waist, enduring the rain of punches landing on his back, pleading incessantly.
"If you get hurt, you get hurt. Who tells you to always have naughty thoughts every day, always trying to trick me into bed every time we meet and sleep with me?" Although Ying'Er spoke this way, the strength of her punches lessened a bit, as she was worried about actually injuring Yun Hao!
Noticing the change in Ying'Er's strength, Yun Hao, while begging for mercy, let a smug smile curl on his lips. Even though your first punch to my stomach really hurt, your heart still couldn't bear it, could it?
"Dear Ying'Er, are your hands tired from hitting? Here, let me massage them for you!" After about ten minutes, Ying'Er got bored of hitting and was sitting beside Yun Hao, with her small hands tightly held in his!
