"No, there's no one here, hurry up and do it, Qian'er wants to try the family discipline too."
Zhao Rong blinked and raised his hands, giving in with a French-style surrender, "Rong'er bro was wrong, isn't that enough? I surrender. How could I bear to hit Qian'er? I can't even pamper you enough, I've never dared to lay a finger on you since you were little..."
Zhao Qian'er, with her chin up, fell silent for a moment, then looked down.
Her right cheek pressed against Zhao Rong's chest, "It's not just something said in anger. It's..."
In a place he couldn't see, Zhao Qian'er's ears quietly turned red, "... it's because you've never disciplined me with the family rules, am I not the second wife of the Old Zhao Family? Qian'er also wants to try the family discipline..."
At this moment, Zhao Rong's inner thoughts: ⊙▂⊙
Such a request!
Are you serious?
