Qi Yu was caught off guard and tossed onto the cold, hard bed, drawing in a sharp breath from the pain.
Before she could react, she was held down by Li Mingjue and flipped over, immobile as a piece of meat on a cutting board.
Feeling uneasy, Qi Yu called out, "Prince, what are you doing?"
The next second, a crisp sound echoed in the silent room.
"Slap—"
Qi Yu's eyes widened in disbelief, feeling a burning pain in an unspeakable area.
Fuck, this Li Mingjue dared to spank her ass!
She struggled to get up, but her insignificant strength was no match for Li Mingjue, who could easily restrain her with one hand.
And still have a free hand to punish her.
Swearing inwardly, Qi Yu spoke in a tone that was extremely weak, "Prince, let's discuss this, can we choose a different punishment?"
This position was too shameful!
If word got out, how could she face anyone again?
Li Mingjue's face was cold, but his ears were blazing red as if they could drip blood.