Yu Zhen entered his tent and advanced towards the bed. Softly, he placed Li Xueyue onto the bed until she was seated upon it. Kneeling before the bed, he reached out to caress her face. He had hoped to wipe away any tears that had escaped from her reddened eyes, except, he would've never expected her next course of action.
Li Xueyue slapped him in the face.
The slap rang out throughout the tent, an ominous silence followed after it.
Yu Zhen stared at her in shock. A bright red spot formed on the left side of his cheek. He was stunned and made no moves to soothe the pain on his left cheek. Soon, disbelief clouded his vision and his blood began to boil.
"What the hell was that for?!" he demanded, standing up.
"Get out." Her fingers dug into her palms, shaking to quell her frustration at what he had done to her in that tent.
Yu Zhen had never heard her sweet voice turn so vicious and bitter.
"Xueyue—"
"Are you deaf?"
