Unbelievable. This little fellow is so tiny, yet he is already so infatuated with me. Moreover, only a short time after meeting, he became so obsessed with me that he actually sneaked drinks of my bathwater.
As expected, this lady truly is the number one beauty in the entire world.
It seems that the little husband she has acquired is indeed a match made in heaven.
At this thought, Di Cangli stared at Little Mofeng, lost in self-admiration and gradually becoming entranced, before her eyes suddenly widened.
！！！
Those wide-open, foxy, beautiful eyes that had just been filled with infatuation and a hazy trance were instantly replaced by disbelief and shock.
Followed in the next instant by an overwhelming blaze of fury.
"Blech~"
"Blech~"
As it turned out, Little Mofeng, who had been lingering on the bank of the Spirit Spring lake, snapped back to reality.
He slumped over the edge of the bank, retching continuously as if trying to vomit his guts out.
"You little brat~"
Seeing this, Di Cangli, soaking within the Spirit Spring lake waters, completely forgot about putting on her clothes. Accompanied by the sound of her teeth grinding in sheer exasperation, she instantly appeared beside Little Mofeng, who was retching on the bank, reached out and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, hoisting him right up into the air.
"Blech~"
Even suspended in Di Cangli's grip, the moment Mofeng thought about how the Spirit Spring water he had been drinking all these days was actually the bathwater of the stunning woman before him, he retched uncontrollably once more.
With Mofeng dangling in her hand, Di Cangli watched him continue to retch, and her anger flared up instantly.
*Whack!* With her left hand holding Little Mofeng as easily as if he were a little chick, Di Cangli raised her right hand and brought it down squarely on Little Mofeng's plump little bottom.
The moment that slap landed, Mofeng, who had still been retching incessantly, abruptly stopped.
Staring at Di Cangli holding him suspended in mid-air, the two of them froze once again.
Mofeng froze because—*good grief, I actually just got my bottom spanked!*
And the reason Di Cangli froze after delivering that slap was simply because—the texture felt way too amazing! ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ (*^▽^*)
At this thought, Di Cangli's eyes lit up as she looked at Little Mofeng. Putting on a show of faux anger while holding him suspended in her grip, the expression plastered all over her face completely betrayed her true feelings.
"You little wretch! Across this Demon Martial Continent, everyone else is captivated just by catching a glimpse of this Empress's face."
"Let alone wanting to drink my bathwater, the men who would line up from the Supreme Heavens all the way to my Land of Ten Thousand Demons just for a chance to drink my foot-washing water could form a queue stretching for miles."
"That is something they would pray to the heavens and beg ancestors for in vain, yet you actually vomited it back out?"
"Furthermore, this Empress's beauty is capable of felling kingdoms and intoxicating all living beings."
"I have never yet laid eyes on someone as completely devoid of aesthetic sense as you, who could actually be driven to vomit upon beholding my peerless beauty."
"You're asking for a beating!"
"Asking for a beating!"
As Di Cangli's voice rang out, her hand came down upon Little Mofeng's little bottom, blow after blow.
*Slap~*
*Slap~*
The crisp echo of the slaps resounded continuously by the edge of the Spirit Spring.
Before Mofeng could even recover his wits, those blows landed on him one after another.
When Mofeng finally came to his senses and looked at Di Cangli, who was thoroughly enjoying the beating, he gritted his teeth and snapped, "You vicious little hussy, let go of me!"
"I demand a duel with you! It's either you die or I live!"
Watching Little Mofeng flailing his limbs, flushed with rage, and swinging his tiny fists at her while caught in her grip—upon hearing those declarations, and recalling all the things this little troublemaker had previously done to gently pluck at the strings of her heart—Di Cangli, in the middle of administering her enthusiastic beating, suddenly burst out laughing. "Oh? You even know how to get angry, do you?"
"Go to hell!"
"If you've got any spine, dare you wait eighteen years and fight three hundred rounds with me?!"
"Bullying me for being small! You're actually capable of laying a hand on a child, you female hooligan!"
Feeling his poor little bottom swelling up, Mofeng bared his teeth and let out a fierce roar at Di Cangli.
Looking at Di Cangli, who was hitting his bottom with such relish, Mofeng threw all considerations of beauty or perfection straight out the window.
Ever since he grew up, this young master had never suffered such an indignity.
Death is preferable to humiliation! Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; do not bully a young man into poverty!
Ahem, pui pui pui, you can't say that line—if you say it, next it's don't bully a middle-aged man into poverty, don't bully an old man into poverty, and finally you end up six feet under where the deceased is the greatest.
Unlucky, unlucky, take those words back.
*Spit, spit, spit!* He chanted three curses in his mind to formally retract those words.
After all, if you actually spoke them out loud, you had to spit three times to take them back.
(Don't ask the author how I know this; that's just how it is between me and my wife. You're welcome, hehe~)
Meanwhile, Di Cangli, hearing Mofeng speak once again, realized that she had been so caught up in the enjoyment of her spanking that she had momentarily forgotten that this little wretch could actually talk.
Now, watching Little Mofeng flailing and struggling wildly in her grasp, Di Cangli froze in place, still holding him by the neck.
"You—you little wretch, you can actually speak?!"
Seeing Mofeng open his mouth and talk while suspended in her grip, Di Cangli's expression turned somewhat stunned.
This little wretch could actually speak all along? Then what was with him playing dumb and going "Abba, abba" for half the day earlier? This little wretch was truly cunning, as well as adorable and cute, full of mischievous little ideas and utterly fearless of her.
Most importantly, whenever she was together with this little punk, especially during their intimate physical contact, she always felt a profound sense of tranquility. Moreover, she could vaguely sense that the rate at which spiritual energy grew within her body had also slightly accelerated.
However, before Di Cangli could finish pondering all these questions, Mofeng's voice abruptly snapped her back to reality.
"Hurry up and let go of me!"
Hearing Di Cangli voice her confusion, Mofeng was completely consumed by rage and threw all caution to the wind.
He threw a full tantrum right there in Di Cangli's grip.
"If you don't let go of me right now, I swear I'll make you regret this!!!"
Looking at Di Cangli, whose face was etched with shock as she stared at him, Mofeng, driven to the absolute limit of exasperation, stopped caring about anything else.
You vicious hussy, I already warned you.
Consider this repayment for the spiritual herbs I sneaked and ate in your Spirit Herb Garden these past few days; now we are even.
However, if you refuse to let me go right this instant, don't blame me for being heartless.
Anyway, I've already played cute, I've already drunk your bathwater—is there anything left in this world that I wouldn't dare do?
Having already acted out of the goodness of his heart to issue a warning to Di Cangli, Mofeng glared at her peerless visage while venting furiously in his own mind.
Holding Little Mofeng suspended in her grip, Di Cangli watched him struggle endlessly, flushed with rage and issuing fierce little threats with a "ferocious" expression, and she couldn't help bursting into amusement.
Mofeng had no idea that the fierce expression he was making looked utterly adorable in Di Cangli's eyes—it was simply too cute.
"Little wretch, you can only struggle in my hands right now, yet you still expect to make me regret it."
"Come, come, let this Empress have a good look at just how you plan to make me regret this."
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