Chapter 596: Chapter 381: They Are Mine Now
What does it feel like to be spanked in public?
Zhao Rong didn’t know, but he knew what it felt like to spank a breathtakingly beautiful fairy in public.
It was quite thrilling and satisfying… and there was a slight, urgent temptation to give another slap, but the most thrilling part was observing the various expressions that flitted across her face in that instant, a splendid array.
How about…
Another billion slaps?
In addition, Zhao Rong suddenly felt that Su Qingdai, who seed like an eternally cold and proud iceberg, actually looked quite pretty with her rosy cheeks and wide-open, beautiful eyes—in no wonder that there were so many n on Great Li Mountain secretly in love with and pursuing her.
At this mont, Zhao Rong nodded solemnly, truthfully affirming the eyes of those n; he really wanted to tell them that by a certain standard, Fairy Su, Goddess Su, indeed had good birthing hips.
Then he moved his hand slightly, preparing to rub the spot that might have turned red on behalf of those n, to send so warm care her way.
But the next mont, Zhao Rong gave up the idea and withdrew his hand.
The purpose of this slap had been achieved; there was no need to overdo it and take undue advantage…
At this very mont, inside the Zuixian Building’s first floor, you could hear a pin drop.
The crowd was stunned, their eyes wide and mouths agape as they watched Zhao Rong, who had nonchalantly delivered the slap, and the struck Su Qingdai.
So of the ladies from Li Mountain who had crescent eyebrows would have doubted their own eyes if it weren’t for the fact that their companions around them were just as shocked.
You can… play like this?
As for Su Qingdai, feeling the eyes of everyone upon her, her sense of sha far outweighed the continuous, stinging pain coming from a certain place.
So empathetic onlookers couldn’t help but inhale sharply, feeling that at this mont, the Fairy Su probably wanted to cry, having been spanked ‘that’ in front of everyone.
However, after the initial shock, so won bit their teeth in secret, feeling certain that Su Qingdai was going to turn hostile, possibly harboring an unyielding spirit to even smash Zhao Rong with a slap, given the disparity in their cultivation, and the thought of this only added to the sha.
Amidst the curious and expectant glances of the crowd, Su Qingdai’s cheeks and gracefully raised neck, like that of a swan, were tinged with the color of the evening glow. She widened her apricot-shaped eyes, looking at Zhao Rong with incredulity.
The latter, calm and collected, smiled lightly as he t her gaze, and then, as if a thought struck him, his look upon Su Qingdai carried a aningful undertone, and he slightly nodded.
Su Qingdai’s cheeks were as delicate as peach blossoms, her lips slightly parted, her chest heaving dramatically as if she wanted to say sothing to Zhao Rong. After brewing her words for a mont, her red lips opened, seeming to softly repeat a tone, and then she slowly lowered her head, biting her uncooperative lips, too shy to et Zhao Rong’s gaze.
At the sa ti, the fairy of Ziwei Pavilion, dressed in a beautiful black dress, muttered faintly like a mosquito, “I… I understand, Young Master, Dai’er was wrong,” her tone carrying an indescribable hint of grievance.
She clumsily continued to lift the delicate wine cup, her movents slightly frantic as she poured wine for Zhao Rong, avoiding the stares of the dumbfounded onlookers.
As if nothing had happened, trying to brush it off, you… you all saw nothing, you heard nothing.
All the people present: ∑(っ°Д°;)っ
Su Qingdai buried her face deeply, invisible in her current expression, like a little ostrich wanting to hide its head inside its chest.
Seeing the ice fairy succumb under Zhao Rong’s compelling gaze, the crowd was rendered speechless, as sothing inside them shattered, especially the likes of Gu Yiwu and the other n.
However, concerning this matter, they weren’t in a position to comnt, and so their gazes towards Zhao Rong beca unconsciously strange.
Zhao Qian’er squinted at Su Qingdai, her expression serene, her thoughts inscrutable.
Alas, Zhao Ziyu knew how to play; he’s always so outstanding, always giving us such surprises, admiration, and envy. Once again, it’s like eting soone else’s child… Gu Yiwu couldn’t help but lant as he glanced at Su Qingdai, who obediently sat on Zhao Rong’s lap and poured wine for him, and then back at Zhao Rong.
His friend sat contentedly, one hand around Fairy Luo Xiu’s waist, the other around the quiet Fairy Su, being served by the two won, eating and drinking with great relish.
Witnessing the sa scene, Mu Jin, Li Mingyi, and their group exchanged silent glances.
On the mountain, like in places such as the Zuixian Building, it’s sowhat excusable for scholars and Confucian Scholars to be unrestrained at tis. People are quite tolerant of their frolicso behavior here—it’s not inside the Academy after all. What’s wrong with a scholar being suavely licentious?
But this Mr. Zhao from Linlu Academy, who had just descended the mountain to preside over the national rites, perhaps being tired from using his hand, ‘smacked’ with a loud ‘whack’ onto Fairy Su’s… well, nevermind, the crowd couldn’t keep fabricating stories, it was all but imaginings.
Xue Can and the other ladies from Li Mountain couldn’t help but twitch their left eyelids.
This Zhao Ziyu, Mr. Zhao, damn it, he’s clearly a low-life scoundrel! A dissolute man! Far from the gentle, refined scholar, the top-grade beauties from Li Mountain were led astray, he was like a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
And now, even in front of everyone, he couldn’t control his hands; who knew what he would do in private…
How could Linlu Academy send such a Confucian Scholar down the mountain? They say it was even Teacher ng who’s known for his strictness and propriety who personally selected him. It’s as if they thought Great Li wasn’t chaotic enough and delicately picked a disaster to send down the mountain.
Xue Can and the other ladies from Li Mountain frowned deeply in their hearts.
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