Lu Yinan was aware that Zhou Shuang would fly into a rage. But this was far from what he had expected… it was more serious than he thought.
'F*ck, f*ck, f*ck!'
His face was burning and a tight crease appeared in the middle of his eyebrows. "Why did you slap me?"
Although he used his palm to cover the side of his face, Zhou Shuang could still see the red finger marks on his face. Even her hand was stinging with pain, she could imagine his face…
Her heart ached for him and she chided herself for being so harsh. But it was already too late for her to feel sorry or to regret her actions. So she spun her face away from him.
"You deserved it for spewing nonsense." Her voice grew soft because of guilt.
It was clear that she knew she was wrong.
She stole a glance at Lu Yinan. He covered the side of his face looking impassive. He eyed her silently.
There was a trace of resentment in his eyes.
