Because she'd swung too hard, Song Jiawen's entire arm had gone numb after delivering that slap, making her feel rather hard done by.
She'd hurt her own hand smacking a jerk.
She turned and quickly grabbed the coffee and small plate from her desk, first splashing the remaining half-cup of coffee onto Zhou Zihao's face, then raising the plate high and "smashing" it down onto his head, shattering it instantly, all the while muttering, "You pervert, take that for being a pervert..."
The struck Zhou Zihao hadn't even managed to react yet, his head spinning, seeing nothing but Song Jiawen's exquisitely beautiful face and the crisp sound of her fair hand striking his face. Beyond that, he heard nothing.
Seeing this spectacle, the other patrons of the café cast strange looks at Zhou Zihao.
