"What... conditions?" Wen Jingya had a bad premonition, her speech faltering as she met Jiang Man's sinister gaze, immediately diverting her eyes elsewhere.
"Easy, just give this girl three slaps in the face, and we'll consider the matter settled," Jiang Man said, arms folded across her chest, standing tall and straight.
Already taller than most girls, her height of one meter seventy made her stand out even more in a crowd where many were one sixty or even one fifty-five, towering over them by a decent margin.
Her presence was dominating, casting a shadow over their sight and bringing with it an unprecedented sense of oppression.
The moment Roommate Three heard she had to slap herself, she became frantic, jumping up and down: "Who the hell are you? What gives you the right to tell me to slap myself?"
"Me?..." Jiang Man's laugh was creepy, "Who am I? Do you even deserve to know?"
"You..." Roommate Three was furious, but she was observant.
