Chu Ge, his ear still being twisted, head cocked to one side, didn't get up. He just looked at the fuming Qiu Wuji with a faint, knowing smile.
Qiu Wuji's chest heaved with rage. Her silver teeth clenched, fire all but shooting from her eyes, and she ground out, "You—you Chu—!"
"Hey, you spank my ass and it's not perverted, but when I do it, it's perverted?" Chu Ge said lazily. "Was that punch powered by ten thousand years of cultivation?"
Qiu Wuji blanked for a second, and only then remembered that the one who had instinctively used a spanking as a "preemptive counterattack" was herself.
"I—anyway, I can hit you, you can't hit me~" Qiu Wuji had moved on to playing the spoiled brat.
Chu Ge stood up and turned his rear toward her. "Since you want to touch it so badly, then go ahead and cop a feel... aoo~"
That big rear swayed right in front of her face, and Qiu Wuji kicked almost on pure instinct; Chu Ge went sprawling onto the bed and lay there motionless.
Qiu Wuji said, "Sorry, you set the pose up so nicely, I couldn't help myself..."
Chu Ge: "……"