4 This Man Spanked Her!

Han Xiaoye didn't say anything.

The two police officers had no choice but to leave the interrogation room and close the door.

In the ten-square-meter room, only the pale-faced girl was left. She sat motionlessly on the chair like a statue. Han Xiaoye didn't know how much time had passed when the door of the interrogation room was opened again.

She looked up and saw the man who entered. Her pupils couldn't help but shrink to the size of a pinhead—Fu Zhiyan!

"Han Xiaoye, why are you so disobedient?" Fu Zhiyan suddenly pursed his thin lips and his tall figure approached her.

"..." Is this man crazy?

He had even thrown her into the police station and blamed her for being disobedient. Did he expect her to confess how she drugged him last night and took those explicit photos of him tied up?

She wasn't that foolish. Although she didn't know how he found out about her, she trusted Ruirui's skills. The hotel surveillance must have been disabled by Ruirui. As long as he didn't have the surveillance footage, there would be no evidence proving that she had broken into his room. She had made up her mind not to say anything, no matter how much these people interrogated her. As long as she remained silent, the police wouldn't be able to do anything to her!

Fu Zhiyan took two steps closer to her and suddenly reached out to pinch her chin. His breathtakingly handsome face leaned down, and she could even feel the man's scorching breath.

It was a heat that was completely different from body temperature!

What did Fu Zhiyan want to do?!

Han Xiaoye instinctively sensed danger and his body began to shrink back."

"Tell me, why did you do that last night?" His fingertips grazed over the girl's injured lower lip, feeling her trembling. A trace of pity flashed deep in his dark eyes.

Han Xiaoye... Han Xiaoye... Han Xiaoye... She was Han Xiaoye...

Han Xiaoye blushed under his ambiguous actions, feeling flustered. She blurted out, "I have an interest in nude art. I heard Mr. Fu has exceptional looks and I was curious about you. Doesn't the country support the work of artists? Can't Mr. Fu just contribute to art?"

Contribute to art... in such a way...

Fu Zhiyan's face turned dark.

This little scoundrel with a mouthful of lies!

Han Xiaoye felt dizzy, and the man held her tightly in his arms.

She struggled violently. "Let me go!"

Fu Zhiyan, tall and strong, grabbed her left ankle and forcefully pulled her onto his lap. He lifted the skirt of the unruly girl, revealing her cartoon-themed panties, and slapped her.

"Smack!" The sound was crisp.

Han Xiaoye was stunned.

"Full of lies!"

"Smack!" Fu Zhiyan swung his big hand again, delivering another slap to the girl's plump buttocks, accompanied by a cold rebuke. "Audacious!"

This man was really hitting her! Han Xiaoye's entire buttocks burned with pain. Her stubbornness surged within her, and she clenched her teeth, refusing to make a sound.

"Speak! What did you do with the seal?"

Han Xiaoye was stubborn and shouted, "Can't I stamp it on your body?"

"Smack!" Fu Zhiyan's face turned extremely dark.

Fu Zhiyan sincerely wanted to make her suffer and forcefully slapped her five times.

"Fu Zhiyan, you b*stard!" Tears welled up in the girl's bright eyes, but she stubbornly refused to cry.

Fu Zhiyan's burning anger in his heart suddenly softened for some unknown reason. He furrowed his brow, and his hand, raised in mid-air, slowly clenched into a fist. He couldn't give another strike anymore.

He fell silent for a moment, then lifted the person in his arms and stood up. He opened the drawer in front of the revolving chair and took out a tube of bruise-healing ointment. The ointment was transparent, and he squeezed some out before lifting the skirt of the person in his arms.

Han Xiaoye, in pain and teary-eyed, thought he was going to hit her again and tensed her body. But at that moment, a cool sensation spread on her buttocks as the man's hand clumsily and gently rubbed it. Her face inexplicably turned red... Fu Zhiyan was applying medicine on her?

She belatedly realized that she was only wearing a pair of panties. More than half of her buttocks were exposed to the man... Although bikini photos were common among girls nowadays, she definitely wasn't part of that group.

While she endured the pain without a sound when he hit her, she couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability now. She twisted her waist and whispered, "Fu... Mr. Fu, I... I can do it myself."

Fu Zhiyan's large hand held her slender waist firmly and said sternly, "Don't move."

Han Xiaoye immediately did not dare to move. The burning spot on her butt felt more comfortable now, and the man's breath grew even more intense...

"Put... put me down!"

Han Xiaoye's mind was in chaos, overwhelmed by a strong sense of shame. Her face turned bright red, her eyes darting around. She suddenly struggled violently.

The handsome and domineering man was still holding her waist. His perfectly sculpted jaw was tense

Fu Zhiyan was momentarily stunned, and his handsome face, which could make a woman scream, had a flash of cuteness. Then, he quickly let go of her.

The person in his arms jumped up like a little rabbit, covered her butt, and screamed. With a red face, trying to mask her embarrassment, she spitefully said, "Pervert!"

At this moment, Han Xiaoye wished she could dig a hole and bury herself. It was so embarrassing, incredibly embarrassing... She had never been this embarrassed before... Her self-esteem in this life, no, even in her next life, had been completely ruined...

"Ahem..." Fu Zhiyan awkwardly cleared his throat. "I will ask someone to go buy some tissue."

"No! Don't tell anyone."

After being hit by Fu Zhiyan and ending up with menstrual blood on her, if this embarrassing incident were to be known by others, she would rather die.

Han Xiaoye covered her ears, feeling like her whole body was on fire. Under extreme embarrassment, she stuttered, "I... I'll go buy it myself."

"Wait a minute."

Han Xiaoye, who was about to reach the door of the interrogation room, froze. Was Fu Zhiyan going to snap out of it and realize that she was trying to escape? She thought in her heart, "Please don't, God bless me."

Fu Zhiyan walked up to her, giving her a deep gaze that made Han Xiaoye shudder. Finally, he lifted his hand, and Han Xiaoye involuntarily trembled. Then she saw him slowly unbuttoning his suit. She had never seen a man who could do something as boring as unbuttoning his shirt so beautifully. He was as elegant as a character in the painting, unwittingly enticing the eyes and even bewitching the heart...

Fu Zhiyan carefully tied the coat around her waist. He then looked up and his eyes were as focused as a hawk in the night. "Alright, go buy it."

Thump, thump...

"D*mn it, don't thump!"

Han Xiaoye gritted her teeth, opened the door, and ran away without looking back. She did not see the man in a white shirt behind the door lift his hand and put it against his thin lips, letting out a muffled laugh.