"What are you doing?" Wanqing roared, "I satisfied you last night! I need to go to school!"
Satisfied? She thought of it as a task? This infuriated Mu Tianying, "With you being this sick, can you go and participate in class? You'll affect others!"
Wanqing was taken aback, then angrily said, "You're doing this on purpose! I'm not sick! You're lying to me! You just don't want me to go to school!"
Mu Tianying's anger heightened. As if maddened, he lifted his hand to slap her.
"Ah!" Startled, Wanqing ducked. The slap didn't hit her face, it stopped just above her shoulder, but the sharp wind it brought and the anger it signified were palpable.
Mu Tianying dropped his hand, coldly said, "Think whatever you want!"
He packed up his computer and documents and left the room.
Wanqing, her panic subsided, took several minutes to calm down. She was anxious to leave, but sounds from outside the door startled her. She dared not move.
