A soft cry of alarm was heard, and the warmth of a delicate body fell into one's arms.
Jiang Dali's robust arms, like a bear pouncing on a little rabbit, easily captured Wang Yuyan in his grasp, causing the faces of all present to change.
"Let go of me! You big villain, let go at once. If my cousin finds out I've been taken by you, he will certainly come and teach you a lesson."
Wang Yuyan struggled in the crook of Jiang Dali's arm, her willow brows inverted in angry defiance, and her two fair hands shamelessly scratched and tore at him.
But to Jiang Dali, such force seemed not so much an effort to struggle as it did an intentional rubbing and cajoling like a little kitten in his embrace.
"Slap!"
Jiang Dali gave her bottom a smack, not using too much strength, but enough to make Wang Yuyan scream and face pale with pain.