When Sister Hua stepped away from Long Zhao Feng's doors, she thought she heard a loud, crisp slap coming from inside the bed-chamber, but she ignored it and stalked away. Maybe it was just her imagination.
It was not.
Xiao Yue was so angry at Long Zhao Feng. Huffing and panting, she finally wrestled herself away from Long Zhao Feng, and instead of distancing herself, she slapped him hard across the face. Long Zhao Feng was hit so hard that he saw stars for a while.
Holding his reddened cheek in a daze, he stared at the frantic woman in front of him.
"I can't believe you," Xiao Yue seethed in anger. "Why do you have to be so promiscuous??? Do you think that girls are nothing but your plaything??? You not only go from one to another, no, you actually have your fun with many at once. You... You... You are... DESPICABLE! I HATE YOU!!!"
Long Zhao Feng pursed his lips. His tone was cold when he spoke again.
"Will you please calm down first?"
