Immediately, Yang Feng raised his hand slightly and suddenly slapped her buttocks.
"Smack!"
Feeling the intense pain in her buttocks, Hua Xuanxuan's pretty face immediately turned bright red, and it was even a little hot to the touch. She was extremely ashamed, as no one had ever spanked her before, not even her parents when they were angry.
But now they've been defeated by a group of young Chinese people.
This is truly shameful.
Fortunately, no one here knows.
"Will you dare to do that again?" Yang Feng said, slapping her buttocks again.
He must teach this woman a bloody lesson today.
"You...you shameless bastard..." Hua Xuanxuan was about to go crazy, feeling a burning sensation on her buttocks. He could hit her, but he hit her so cruelly.
It almost made her cry.
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Chapter 330 Yang Feng is drugged
"Do you realize your mistake?"
Yang Feng looked down at Hua Xuanxuan, whose face was flushed red, and said coldly.
However, Hua Xuanxuan buried her head in the sofa, her ears were already red, and you could faintly hear her breathing.
"Stop pretending with me, get out of here today."
With a cold face, Yang Feng lifted Hua Xuanxuan up with one hand, as if she were a chick, and walked towards the door.
"Hey, what are you doing?!"
Hua Xuanxuan suddenly felt the sensation of weightlessness, and Yang Feng lifted her up like a chick.
She experienced shame she had never known before, and today she tasted it all.
Fortunately, this Chinese man wasn't that disgusting.
"Get out of here, and never let me see you again."
Yang Feng threw Hua Xuanxuan outside the door, where she fell heavily onto the corridor floor.
The fall caused tears to well up in her eyes and fall instantly. Her buttocks were already burning with pain, and now she was hit on the floor.
This is truly adding fuel to the fire and making matters worse.
Yang Feng didn't even turn his head this time, slamming the door shut. He was completely disappointed in this woman.
"Ouch~ How can this Chinese man be so rude? I was even planning to have sex with him, but he's acting like this. It hurts so much, what a jerk."
Hua Xuanxuan finally managed to slowly get up from the floor, clutching her aching buttocks, which seemed to have grown larger.
Countless men wanted to have sex with her, yet this Chinese man seemed to have suffered a heavy loss.
Is it possible that traditional Chinese customs extend even to men? Or is there another reason?
Hua Xuanxuan shook her head, no longer thinking about these things. Now that Yang Feng had thrown her out, she had no choice but to find a hotel to stay in.
Fortunately, there was a four-star hotel on board this giant ship.
Otherwise, she would really have no choice but to wander around outside.
At this moment, Yang Feng, who was resting in bed, couldn't fall asleep for a while. The familiar figure from the buffet restaurant kept replaying in his mind.
As he pondered, he grew tired and gradually drifted off to sleep...
At this moment, all vigilance against the outside world vanished.
...
"Manager, what do you think of that young Chinese man at the auction? How capable is he?"
In a noble and luxurious room, the Prince of Sakura sat elegantly in a chair, gazing at the sea view outside the window and feeling the gentle sea breeze on his face, and spoke softly.
The Sakura Kingdom's steward did not reply immediately. He frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and still could not come to any conclusion. Recalling the battle between the young Chinese man and the superpowered expert Milaes at the auction, several shocks flashed through his mind.
A mere young Chinese man, and at such a young age, is able to fight against Washington's number one superhuman.
That's incredible.
Seeing that the steward was silent and hesitant, the Prince of Sakura raised an eyebrow and turned to look at him, saying, "Steward, then tell me, is he stronger or are you stronger? At most, his strength can only reach your level."
The Grand Steward of Sakura Country.
A hint of confusion flashed in his eyes, before his gaze fell upon the crescent moon outside the window, which resembled a sickle.
"He is very strong, even stronger than me. It's not that he has reached what level of my strength, but that I estimate that we are about the same."
The moment he finished speaking, the Prince of Sakura nearly dropped his teacup. His eyes widened in disbelief as he exclaimed, "Steward, you possess the bloodline of a royal vampire, your physical strength is practically invulnerable! How could you possibly be on par with this young Chinese man? Are all the Chinese people nowadays monsters?!"
"In short, he's very strong! Without fighting him, you don't know who's stronger or weaker." The steward spoke, a hint of bloodlust flashing in his deep red eyes.
However, the Prince of Sakura's eyes flashed with undisguised horror. He had never heard the steward say that someone was very strong. In the past, even the top guards of their Sakura royal family were only called trash by him.
But now...