Unexpectedly, just then Xu Niannian straightened up and lifted her head.
Meeting her bright eyes, Jin Yu felt his nose grow warm as a trickle of warm fluid flowed from his nostrils.
Xu Niannian immediately jumped off of him.
Jin Yu had already intended to let her down, his hand raised, but when Xu Niannian suddenly leaped away, thinking she might fall, he reflexively reached out to catch her.
But inadvertently, she moved away, leaving only her clothes in his grasp.
Jin Yu's eyes then went wide.
The next second, a crisp slap echoed by his ear, "Jin Yu, you're too much."
Finally coming back to his senses, Jin Yu looked up to the sky with a face full of despair as the blood streamed from his nose, "If I say it wasn't intentional, would you believe me?"
He was simply driven by instinct, and the clothes in his hand spoke of his grievance; he truly didn't do it on purpose.
Xu Niannian, who had slapped him, felt not a bit of regret—damn it.
