Her breathing and heartbeat seemed to have stopped.
The man's palm was clasping her back, caressing gently, his palm warm.
Wen Jing was stunned for a long time before suddenly realizing.
Something was wrong...
She pushed against Zhou Sicheng's chest with both hands and shoved him away fiercely, standing up and raising her hand.
'Slap'
A slap landed on Zhou Sicheng's face, clear and loud.
After slapping him, she froze again, staring blankly at Zhou Sicheng's face, the five finger marks showing, her hand still suspended, trembling slightly.
Seeing the finger marks rising on Zhou Sicheng's face, her anger dissipated, replaced by complicated feelings.
She looked down at the hand that had slapped Zhou Sicheng, shook it fiercely, and hurriedly withdrew it, tucking it behind her legs.
Looking up again, she noticed Zhou Sicheng smiling at her.
As if he wasn't angry at all about her slap.
