"Slap!"
Ye Nuanxi didn't even think before she stretched out her hand and slapped him. To her surprise, the man didn't dodge at all and just took it, his already flushed cheeks turning even redder from the strike.
Staring at the deep imprint of five fingers on the man's seductively sexy face, Ye Nuanxi suddenly froze, feeling her heart pounding and a strange, sharp pain that felt like a needle prick, then it disappeared!
After a long moment, Ye Nuanxi finally stammered, "Why didn't you dodge?"
Arguing with a drunk boss truly wasn't a noble thing to do, but since that year, she had developed an instinctive reaction to such violations. The moment she slapped, she regretted it!
"If I had dodged, wouldn't your slap have been in vain?"
The man kept staring at her ever-changing, colorful little face with an increasingly bold, shallow smile, "What's wrong, wife, feeling sorry for me?"
Ye Nuanxi: "..."
"Feel sorry for your ass!"
