There was a moment of uncertainty in her heart. Yan Xia gently reached out and encircled the man's neck.
But as her hand touched Yu Han's collar, the image of Du Xinyuan tenderly adjusting his tie flashed through her mind.
Yan Xia felt a sudden chill, followed by a surge of annoyance.
Who did he think she was?
They had broken up but he was still playing this game!
With that thought in mind, Yan Xia braced her hands against Yu Han's chest and forcefully pushed him away.
She then raised her right hand high.
Yu Han was somewhat moved by her actions, and his eyes widened in surprise when she suddenly pushed him away.
A loud slap landed on his beautiful face.
Yu Han stood stunned for a moment, then, his face turned icy.
No one had ever slapped him in all these years.
"Please don't kiss me with the lips that have kissed other women, I find it disgusting!" Yan Xia disdainfully stared at him, furiously wiping her lips, and advanced forward.
