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Jiang Yanli backhands her husband across the face.
Lan Xichen sways on his knees, pupils dilating, cheeks flushing. His breath stutters, and his throat works against what she thinks is a moan.
“None of that!” She touches his face again, this time with feather-light fingers. “I wish to hear your voice.”
He blinks at her, looking dazed. “Ye-yes, jiejie,” he whines.
“Good,” she purrs, satisfied, and bends to reward him with a bruising kiss and a few strokes to his cock.
“Please, jiejie,” he manages. “Another?”
She smiles. “Well, when you ask so nicely,” she says, and backhands him again.