"You know it hurts, and yet you dare to pull off such a stupid stunt?!"
He domineeringly grabbed her hand, causing Qin Miaomiao to shut her eyes in fear. The expected pain didn't come, but instead there was a hint of coolness. He lowered his head and blew gently on her hand—his face, as it appeared before her eyes, was truly the kind of stunning that would make the heavens weep!
"Your palm seems a bit red. We'll apply some medicine later when we're back. Do you have injuries anywhere else? Let me see."
As he spoke, he reached to lift her clothes. She quickly pressed down on his hand, "Really, I don't. It's just a little scratch on my arm. Umm, next time you punish me, can it be just hitting my palm? It's too embarrassing."
Getting smacked on the palm is something for kindergarten—it's humiliating enough! She's already this old, and yet getting her palm smacked? If word of this got out, she'd die of embarrassment!
