Her face flushed again, just like when we first met, and she slapped me.
I covered my face, silent.
Her current emotional instability was normal, and I also felt shameful, so I just bore it silently.
I had already taken advantage a moment ago, having pushed in a bit and felt her incredibly hot, tight embrace.
After slapping me, Fang Lanxin seemed a bit stunned, just holding her hand up, frozen in place, tears swirling in her eyes, the glimmer in them complex and indecipherable.
"Why aren't you saying anything? Why didn't you dodge? Are you not angry?"
Lowering her hand, her gaze carried a bit of guilt as she turned her head away.
The arms that had covered the two tender points on her chest also lowered, no longer hiding, leaving her enticingly pale body exposed before me.
"What's there to be angry about!"
I rubbed my face, "It doesn't even hurt!"
