"Slap!"
A crisp and loud slap reverberated through the silent cave.
Ran Qingmo subconsciously tightened her grip on her sword.
Xu Yuan raised his hand to stop her movement, his gaze still fixed on Tianyan, as a trace of fresh blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, revealing five fresh finger marks on his handsome cheek.
Tianyan had put a lot of force into that slap.
Tasting the metallic tang of blood between his lips, Xu Yuan wiped the corner of his mouth, and upon seeing the bright red on his fingertips, he smiled faintly:
"Feel better?"
A flicker of distress crossed Tianyan's eyes, but upon hearing his words, she immediately clenched her fists, teeth gritted:
"Not at all."
"....."
Xu Yuan did not speak again, instead tilting the other side of his face toward her.
Seeing this, Tianyan's pupils shrank slightly, and her delicate body trembled with anger.
Xu Yuan simply looked at her with calm eyes.
With different positions, there was nothing to say.
