Five red fingerprints instantly appeared on Lance's handsome face.
Lance felt that he was about to snap. The anger in his chest surged.
"Yvette!"
She slapped his face again. He wondered if he indulged her too much.
However, that was not the end. In the next second, Yvette raised her hand, wanting to ruthlessly slap him again.
Lance intercepted Yvette's hand halfway. She hit the back of his hand.
The sound was exceptionally crisp. Obviously, she used all her strength.
"You're crazy!"
The veins on Lance's forehead bulged as he grabbed her wrist, wanting to teach her a lesson.
He wanted to make it clear that no one should dare to slap his face.
However, just as he was about to make a move, he realized that the slender wrist in his hand was trembling non-stop and uncontrollably.
Why?
He looked up and asked in confusion, "Your hand..."
