Seemingly worried that Zu An would continue to make her kowtow, Zhao Xiaodie took out a whip and put it into his hands, saying, “Just use this to hit me! As long as you can vent out your anger, that should be fine.”

Zu An looked at the small whip in his hands, then glanced at her strangely, remarking, “Could it be that you have some weird fetish?”

“Huh?” Zhao Xiaodie exclaimed in bewilderment, clearly not understanding what he meant.

“Just hit me already!” she continued, her alarm nearly bringing her to tears again. She was scared that he would refuse and bring up kowtowing again, so she began to encourage him. “Could it be that you wouldn’t dare to hit me?”

“I wouldn’t dare?” Zu An repeated. He knew that she was provoking him, but when he saw her provocative expression, he found it a bit hard to resist. He brought the whip down straight across her bottom.

“Ah!” Zhao Xiaodie screamed in pain. Zu An was a bit hesitant, but Zhao Xiaodie said, “Keep going, I can take...