Sir President, Your Stamina is Amazing! - Chapter 97
Due to some copyright issues. I changed some word such god= supreme-ruler. /diviné= supreme. And some Chinese words etc, all of this to avoid copyright *.*
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Chapter 97: A Little Secret
Translator: 549690339
Feng Sheng reached out his long arm and caught Luo Yangyang, who was trying to escape.
In order to punish her for being disobedient, he even raised his hand and slapped her bouncy little butt.
âAllâŠâ The palm strike was too sudden. Luo Yangyang cried out in pain.
âAre we still escaping?â Feng Sheng pressed the little thing under him tightly.
She had escaped from right under his nose once again. Did she not learn her lesson?
â..âLuo Yangyang pursed her lips and remained silent.
He would be a fool if he didnât escape!
If she didnât escape, he would look at that place. How could she not escape!
âAre you trying to rebel?â Seeing that the little thing was stubborn and did not respond, Feng Sheng lifted the blanket.
He flipped the little thing over and made her lie on the bed. He pulled down her short pajama pants and slapped her little butt again.
It felt really good. It was smooth and elastic.
âYes.â Luo Yangyang tensed up.
He had slapped her butt again and again, and she felt humiliated. She waved her little hands and fought against Feng Sheng.âSaint Feng! You bastard!â Bastard, bastard!
Was he addicted to spanking her butt?
Pervert!
What a pervert!
âYou really want to rebel?â Feng Sheng looked at Luo Yangyang, who was resisting violently. He narrowed his cold eyes dangerously.â Little thing, I think you need to be taught a lesson!ââ
âYouâre the one who needs to be taught! Your whole family is out of tune⊠Oh!â Luo Yangyang bared her fangs and brandished her claws as she fought.
Before she could finish her angry protest, Feng Sheng lowered his head and sealed her mouth.
This night was destined to be another sleepless night for Luo Yangyang.
As for the second present of the night, Feng Sheng hugged Luo Yangyang, who was weak all over, in satisfaction.
The two of them did not sleep until dawn.
Luo Yangyang set the alarm clock because she had an exam.
In the end, her alarm rang less than ten minutes after she closed her eyes.
âWu wuâŠâ The alarm clock rang. Luo Yangyangâs red and swollen lips pouted. She was about to cry before she could open her eyes.
She had just fallen asleep. She didnât want to get up.
Donât get up!
Feng Sheng, who had been fighting for the entire night, was still in high spirits when he opened his eyes.
The sorrowful whimpering in his arms made his heart ache a little.
He rubbed the little oneâs head gently with his large palm to comfort her. At the same time, Feng Sheng reached out to grab the phone by the bedside and turned off the alarm for her.
âContinue sleeping.â Feng Sheng planted a kiss on the little thingâs soft hair.
When the alarm went off, Luo Yangyang, who was buried in Feng Shengâs arms, relaxed a little.
Five minutes later, the alarm rang again.
âWuuu⊠Feng Sheng, 1 hate you.â This time, Luo Yangyang still did not open her eyes. Her lips were still pouted.
Feng Sheng knew that the little one was scolding him for not letting her sleep last night.
Just as he was about to press the alarm, he saw the little thingâs bare arms crawl out of the blanket.
Feng Sheng retracted his hand in order to admire her casual display of lust.
There were two phones on the bedside table, one gold and one white.
Luo Yangyang reached over slowly. She did not even look at the phone and took it from him.
He pressed his thumb on the screen out of habit.
He didnât close it.
She continued to press.
The alarm was still ringing.
Luo Yangyang frowned and pressed the button to turn off the alarm.
Her temper, which she usually hid very well, finally had a chance to see the light of day because of lack of sleep.
HoweverâŠ
The alarm rang persistently, and Luo Yangyang instantly became manic.
Finally, she opened her eyes.
The phone screen that greeted his eyes was not the alarm screen.
Instead, it was a sleeping screensaver with familiar facial features but unfamiliar photos.
Wasnât she the one sleeping on the bed in the screensaver?
Luo Yangyangâs mind was still in a mess. Her hand lost its balance and the phone slipped and hit her chest.
She quickly picked it up and saw that on the back of the phone, there was a smiling Ding Dang cat with its mouth wide open..