"I'm serious, slap me,"
Yanyan didn't move, so Shen Jingchuan grabbed her hand and brushed it against his own face.
"Come on, slap me. I'm serious."
"You're really sick!" Yanyan finally burst out laughing at Shen Jingchuan, "It's my first time seeing someone beg to be slapped."
She really found it funny.
It wasn't just funny, though; it was hilarious, making her laugh uncontrollably.
Shen Jingchuan knew there were some things she might find hard to say.
But he had chased her through time and space.
Life be damned.
He didn't want to consider anything else anymore.
"Yanyan, Yanyan. I really like you a lot. When you said you were leaving, I wanted to tie you up. It wasn't my brain that made the decision to chase after you; it was my body, it just followed you involuntarily."
Shen Jingchuan stared intently at Yanyan, serious yet somewhat scoundrelly, "I'm telling you now, if you don't reject me, I'll take it as your acceptance of my confession. Then I'll kiss you."
