You Dare Hit Me I'll Even Beat Up an Immortal

At the moment she was pushed away by Qin Hao, instead of showing the slightest bit of anger, her beautiful eyes lit up as if gleaming with tempered light.

Ling Shuangshuang took two steps back and leaned diagonally against the window frame. Her long, slender legs were crossed, and her posture was as languid as a cat whose interest had just been piqued.

"So, your standards are quite high, huh? Heh, interesting. Isn't this exactly what you do for a living? Is it really your place to be picky here? On your knees!"

The expression on Qin Hao's face shifted from astonishment to speechlessness. "A man's knees are worth their weight in gold. I, for one, bow neither to heaven nor earth, only to my parents."

Hearing this, Ling Shuangshuang gave a cryptic smile. She unhurriedly sat down on the edge of the couch, her purple skirt spreading out like rippling water.

She turned slightly to look at Qin Hao, a seductive curve tugging at the corners of her lips. Then, she elegantly lifted one leg, leaving her cloud-patterned shoe, embroidered with gold threads, suspended in mid-air.

Keeping her gaze on Qin Hao, Ling Shuangshuang used the tip of her other foot to gently press against the heel of her shoe, slowly pushing it down. The shoe slipped past her ankle, revealing a heel as flawless as white jade, round and smooth. With a soft clack, the embroidered shoe fell to the floor, rocking gently a couple of times before coming to a stop.

Following that, she removed her other shoe in the exact same manner. Her movements were even slower this time, as if she were deliberately dragging out the process.

Ling Shuangshuang slowly raised her leg, her movements so sluggish it looked as if she were stretching underwater. Her foot hung in the air with the instep taut, the graceful arch of her foot exceptionally distinct in the candlelight. Her round toes parted slightly, the crimson polish on her nails catching a faint gleam.

Then, she stretched her foot toward Qin Hao, her toes lightly tapping against his chest. Tilting her head, she looked at his expressionless face, the smile on her lips deepening.

"I want you to lick it."

Hearing this, Qin Hao completely lost his composure. He looked down at the foot Ling Shuangshuang had extended. Fair and slender, with distinct joints at the ankle—it was quite pretty, but...

Qin Hao raised his head, looking at Ling Shuangshuang as if she were mentally deficient.

"Miss Ling, do you perhaps have some sort of misunderstanding about the Rented Dao Companion service?"

Ling Shuangshuang raised an eyebrow, her delicate foot sliding up and down Qin Hao's chest.

"Misunderstanding? Not at all. I understand it perfectly well. Since I rented you, from this moment on, you are my person. I can order you around however I please."

"If you don't do as I say, I'm going to cancel the order." As she spoke, her foot slid up to Qin Hao's chin, and she used her toes to gently lift it.

Ling Shuangshuang kept her foot extended just like that, waiting quietly, her eyes full of anticipation for a good show.

With a crisp smack, clean and without the slightest hesitation, Ling Shuangshuang's foot was swatted aside. Her entire body jolted on the couch, nearly losing her balance.

The air suddenly went dead silent. Ling Shuangshuang looked down at the faintly red handprint on the top of her foot and froze. In all her life, no one had ever dared to treat her like this!

"Aren't you afraid I'll cancel the order? I'm canceling the order!"

Qin Hao shook his hand, as if trying to flick off something filthy, his face devoid of any extra expression.

"Tch, you think that threatens me? Cancel it then!" Qin Hao's face remained expressionless, holding only an almost apathetic calmness.

He cracked his neck, the bones popping audibly. "However, before you cancel the order, there's one more thing I need to do."

Hearing this, the corners of Ling Shuangshuang's mouth slowly curled up. She leaned against the bedpost, her purple hair scattered messily over her shoulders, her collar slightly open to reveal a stretch of fair collarbone.

"Oh? One more thing to do? What could that be?" Ling Shuangshuang tilted her head slightly, her gaze sliding all the way down Qin Hao's face. It was as if she were sizing him up, or perhaps seducing him.

"That kind of thing... you can't do it alone, can you?"

Ling Shuangshuang poked out the tip of her tongue and gently licked her lower lip. The movement was incredibly natural, yet entirely deliberate. Her gaze began to blur, as if veiled by a thin mist.

"I knew it. How could any man in this world truly resist my temptation? Playing hard to get... you were only acting so fierce just now because my teasing drove you crazy, right?"

Just as Ling Shuangshuang was still feeling smug about her own charm, the slap landed.

Smack—

It wasn't the light, airy force used to swat away her foot earlier, but a solid, heavy slap accompanied by a gust of wind.

Crisp, loud, and utterly merciless.

Ling Shuangshuang's head was knocked to the side, her purple hair flying in the air. She sat there in a daze, her face turned, eyes wide open. Her pupils were filled with shock and bewilderment, like someone who had just been violently slapped awake from a beautiful dream and had yet to comprehend what was happening.

"You... you dare hit me!" Ling Shuangshuang's voice was hoarse, carrying a tremor she didn't even realize was there. She turned her head to look at Qin Hao. On that exquisite face, the seductiveness had vanished, the ambiguity had vanished. All her carefully crafted allure shattered into pieces, leaving behind nothing but pure, unadulterated disbelief.

"Phew—" Qin Hao, having delivered the slap, let out a long breath, his face filled with sheer satisfaction.

"That slap was for your lack of self-respect!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Qin Hao raised his right hand again.

Ling Shuangshuang's pupils shrank violently. This time, she didn't hold back. From childhood until now, no one had ever laid a hand on her. Today, not only did this man hit her, but he was going to do it a second time?

An unprecedented wave of humiliation and fury exploded from her chest. "That's enough!"

With a sharp shout, something within Ling Shuangshuang's body explosively erupted. A majestic, suffocating aura of pressure crushed down toward Qin Hao like a collapsing mountain.

Qin Hao's raised hand froze in mid-air. His pupils constricted slightly as he looked up at Ling Shuangshuang, his eyes revealing deep disbelief. There was something wrong with this woman's cultivation base!

Using his Dual Pupils to inspect her, Qin Hao saw that Ling Shuangshuang's bone age was barely eighteen, a few years younger than himself. Yet, her cultivation had actually reached the Immortal Realm! This left Qin Hao feeling completely baffled.

An eighteen-year-old Immortal Realm expert? What kind of monstrous talent was this?

"Hitting me for a lack of self-respect? You're just a rented Dao companion; do you really think you're worthy of teaching me how to behave? Dumbfounded, aren't you? You never expected this princess to possess an Immortal Realm cultivation base, did you!"

Seeing Qin Hao frozen in place, the corners of Ling Shuangshuang's mouth lifted slightly. However, this time, it was no longer seductive, but held a bone-chilling coldness.

"You dared to hit me. Tell me, how should I torture you?"

Smack!

Before Ling Shuangshuang could even finish her sentence, the crisp sound of a slap rang out. She didn't even manage to see Qin Hao's movement before his palm crashed into her face.

"So what if you're an Immortal? Immortal or not, I'll slap you all the same! This slap is for your arrogance, your reckless conceit, and for turning the natural order upside down!"