Lin Jingxuan was startled by the slap. His mind turned blank and there was a buzzing sound in his ears. One side of his face was hot and burning. He widened his eyes in shock, taking a long time to recover himself.
Ye Erruo rubbed her palms and smiled softly. "I am sorry, Jingxuan. I am in a very bad mood after what Mo Jiangye did to me yesterday. I could not stifle my anger and I could not help but lose it after your passionate confession. Are you okay?"
The blue veins could be seen clearly on Lin Jingxuan's forehead. He licked his inner cavity and clenched his fists, anger flashed in his eyes.
"You are bleeding. Jingxuan, I am really sorry. It was really a spur of the moment. I was too moved, therefore…" She was at a loss.
"Never mind. I understand. Ruoruo, if you still blame me, I deserve to be slapped. If this slap can appease your anger, it is alright with me."
