Mary Woods saw that the watch she had bought was already on her wrist, and with William Clark coming to find her, she broke into a smile through her tears and said, "From now on, you have to wear it every day!" William Clark's heart fluttered, and he pulled the girl with red, swollen eyes from crying into his arms. Mary Woods let out a delicate cry, feeling her whole body go weak and limp in William Clark's embrace.

William Clark licked her crystal-clear, pink little earlobe with his tongue, tossed the bag to the ground, and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, discovering that Mary Woods was indeed a bit more voluptuous than Ethan Murray. She felt soft and fleshy to the touch—smooth but not greasy, plump but not fat—truly, one bit more would be too much, one bit less would be too little! Although her chest was now about the same as Ethan Murray's after his long "training," William Clark was absolutely confident he could develop Mary Woods's chest to be perfectly alluring.

After William Clark successfully stole Mary Woods's first kiss by going with the flow, he thought, "How many is this now? Thirty-six? Or thirty-seven?" Although Mary Woods was inexperienced and her kiss was quite clumsy, the intoxicating taste in her mouth still left William Clark very satisfied. He began to wonder if, in the future, he could give his classmates some "extracurricular lessons" together with Mary Woods during class.

Of course, Mary Woods, who had no idea about William Clark's dirty thoughts, was lost in his tenderness. Suddenly, William Clark gave her a hard slap on the butt, making Mary Woods cry again in pain, looking at this bad guy who hit her for no reason with a look of grievance.

"Let's see if you dare to throw things in front of your husband again!" William Clark said fiercely. "From now on, I'll punish you whenever you do something wrong."

"I know, I won't dare again!" Mary Woods clung tightly to William Clark and cried. The reason she gave in to William Clark was, first, because she had gotten used to submitting after his long-term domineering pressure, and second, because William Clark slyly massaged her butt. In the end, William Clark even explained to her that he was her husband. A husband hitting his wife is only natural, so Mary Woods could only try to please William Clark.

Spoiling a woman is a disaster for a man, but as long as you take the initiative from the start and let a woman enjoy your tenderness within certain limits and boundaries, that's the mark of a successful man.

Raising a woman is actually like raising a pet. If you treat her too well, she'll climb all over you and you'll lose your authority as the master. Only by balancing kindness and authority can you properly manage your "beast" (person).

Mary Woods happily picked up her bag and, together with the secretly smiling William Clark, walked down from the rooftop exit. At the entrance to the corridor, they brushed past a group of people—six or seven of them dragging along a student who looked like he was only in elementary school, bringing him up to the rooftop. The poor guy was thrown several meters away at once, rolled a few times on the ground, and then stood up as if nothing had happened. Two people went up and started punching and kicking him again, each blow landing solidly on his body. The guy just covered his head and waited until the two were tired out, then showed a dry smile.

Seeing this scene by chance as he looked back in the corridor, William Clark couldn't help but feel a bit of admiration for this guy who could take such a beating. At only 1.5 meters tall, he looked like a dwarf, but he could maintain such vitality under a barrage of attacks. This made William Clark a little curious. Sympathy? Absolutely not. That word didn't exist in William Clark's dictionary! Because having sympathy for your enemies is the greatest harm you can do to yourself, and having sympathy for your friends is not an act of caring, but a form of hidden contempt.

A student wearing earrings held an empty beer bottle and said to the guy grinning foolishly at him, "If I'd known you could take a beating, I would've prepared this for you today!" With a flick of his hand, he smashed the bottle on the guy's head. The guy looked a bit dazedly at the person who hit him, then slowly touched his own head. When he opened his hand, it was covered in blood—yet he smiled again.

Mary Woods noticed that William Clark was standing still and also glanced up at the rooftop. Seeing this extremely violent scene, she screamed in shock and hid in William Clark's arms. That guy's head was covered in blood! Even seeing such a scene in a movie would make her heart pound with fear, let alone witnessing such bloody reality.

"Fuck your mother! You really can take a beating, huh? I don't believe I can't beat you to death!" A guy with a red axe tattooed on his arm jumped up and did a 360-degree spinning kick, landing squarely on the chin of the guy whose head was still bleeding. The guy's neck twisted to the side and he flew off, twitching a few times on the ground. The group standing around let out a burst of triumphant, sinister laughter. The guy with the axe tattoo shouted, "I'm the main force of the school's taekwondo team—after a kick like that, you won't be able to get up for at least a week! Damn it, how dare you look at my girl, you're asking for death!"

William Clark held the frightened Mary Woods tightly, thinking that even he probably couldn't withstand a beating of that level.

But just when everyone thought the guy was done for, he actually stood up as if nothing had happened, grinned, and said, "Had enough for today? I haven't even had lunch yet."

Those people clearly hadn't expected this to happen and were all startled. The tattooed guy, embarrassed and angry, went over and started punching and kicking him again. When he finished and was panting heavily, the other guy was still standing there dumbly, and except for the conspicuous blood on his head, his face showed no sign of caring.

The group was completely enraged and prepared to attack together. William Clark stepped forward and shouted loudly, "Stop!"