"This is Jingci Temple, please don't make a scene, okay?"
Wen Zhi specifically reminded Liang Yin.
But she forgot that Liang Yin was famously rebellious, and her previous comment was only met with his disdain.
As expected, Liang Yin let out a snicker through his nose, "Don't preach to me with that logic, it's pointless."
Seeing that he was impervious, Wen Zhi struggled to pull her hand free.
Liang Yin's face turned colder, and he lowered his voice, "To be so unwilling just from me touching your hand, you must have done even more intimate things with Shang Hexing, huh?"
Disbelief flashed in Wen Zhi's eyes.
Then, a surge of anger gathered from the depths of her heart, erupted, and in an instant, she slapped Liang Yin across the face with her other hand.
Smack—
Liang Yin's face turned to one side.
The sound of the slap was crisp.
