In a corner of the Martial Arts Arena, the last rays of the setting sun spilled down.
Lin Jing had her back to Su Yu, her hands braced on a weapon rack. Her slender waist dipped low, perfectly accentuating her full, pert curves.
"Hurry up! Just do it here! What are you dawdling for!"
Her tone was still feisty, as if she didn't care at all, but her slightly trembling long eyelashes and tightly bitten lower lip betrayed her inner panic and shyness.
Su Yu glanced at Lin Dong, who stood to the side looking even more nervous than his sister, and chuckled to himself.
'This pair of siblings aren't spoiled brats after all. They're worth befriending.'
So, he picked up Mo Yuan, still in its sheath, and gave her pert rear a light smack.
SMACK!
The hit wasn't hard, but Mo Yuan had some weight to it. Even through her leather skirt, the firm, elastic impact traveled right back up the sheath.
