(Second update, must publish four times today, brothers and sisters with monthly passes, please help me make my new book number one this month ~ Thank you)
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I'm telling you, Yves King is about to pick her up and throw her out the window. Once and for all, this little troublemaker is truly trouble incarnate? If he keeps tormenting her, he fears he really won't be able to hold on and will end up crossing his boundaries.
Yves King was too lazy to rub the ointment slowly, so he put it in his palm and rubbed his hands together to put it on all in one go.
"Ah!" Such intense pain and searing sensation almost made her jump up. But she hadn't expected that Yves King would swiftly use his elbows to pin her down by the waist and thighs, preventing her from struggling. All the while he was applying the ointment, he said, "I think you're just asking for a whipping. Always messing with me even when I'm nice to you!"