The banquet dress was made of thin fabric and had a form-fitting design, clinging tightly to the skin.
He didn't hold back his strength with that slap, and Jiayi hadn't expected him to hit her so hard. She cried out in pain, emboldened by alcohol, scolding, "Huo Zhenyang! You bastard—"
Before she could finish, the unbearable pain made her cry out, and while crying, she clung to the shoulders of his suit, "Put me down—"
He felt her crying intensely on his shoulder, yet this time, he felt not even a hint of pity. With a flick of his large palm, he gave her two smacks again and snorted coldly,
"What? Want to keep screaming?"
She broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, her tiny frame involuntarily jolted, and she instantly stopped making noise as tears flowed even more fiercely.
The man's palm was like a teacher's cane or a steel ruler, ice-cold and unforgiving, inflicting pain that was far from ordinary!
No one, not even her mommy, had ever hit her like this before!