Irish finally realized that she would rather offend a grumpy person than a seemingly calm person, for the more they seemed to be calm, the more unkind their hearts would be. Just as though that night Joseph was with a gentle smile, she didn't expect him to give her a hard slap.
Biting her lips hard, she spoke with tremulous flutter, "Joseph, I know I'm wrong, so do you still want to hurt me?" She did not think that she should have said that night, but he had always taken care of her feelings in bed, giving her the greatest joy and happiness. If what he had just acted as he had simply vented and enjoyed without stopping, and he went on, she would almost die.
"You've been disturbing me these days. How can I forgive you so easily?" Joseph's smile spread to the bottom of his eyes, intertwining with fire, and his words were so hot, "I'm going to have to punish you slowly and let you know what kind of man you can't offend."
