63. The speed of punishment is 20 mph.

"Mei, Meiji, weren't you abroad?" Dubian Che's internal organs were all trembling.

It was over; had his going out to play angered her? Or was there a camera in the haunted house?

"Come here." Jiutiao Meiji's tone turned even colder.

Dubian Che had no choice but to walk over.

Jiutiao Meiji pointed to the tatami right in front of her. "Sit properly."

"Meiji, just tell me what I did wrong, I'll change. I promise it won't happen again."

Jiutiao Meiji still pointed at the tatami, cold laughter escaping her without a word.

Dubian Che obediently sat properly in front of her when Jiutiao Meiji suddenly lifted her right foot towards his face, which he caught smoothly.

"This is your reward," Jiutiao Meiji said, with not a trace of surprise in her tone, uttering a phrase that had no clear meaning.

Dubian Che, holding the leg wrapped in pantyhose, didn't know if the "reward" she referred to was the kick she had just attempted or the leg itself.