Shen Yanhe felt a cool sensation on her red, swollen, and hot cheeks, paused for a moment, and quickly shook her head, "It doesn't hurt."
After speaking, upon seeing Fu Yanhe's deep eyes, she pursed her lips and, as if possessed, corrected herself, "Well, it does hurt a little..."
When people are angry, they tend to be unusually strong, and Ye Min was no exception.
Not to mention that Ye Min had done a lot of work in the countryside, making her stronger than the average old person. The slap she had just delivered was full of anger, with no mercy whatsoever.
Half of her cheek still felt numb.
Fu Yanhe looked at the maid standing on the side, trembling and not daring to move, and ordered her, "Go to the kitchen and get a bag of ice."
The maid quickly nodded, "Yes," and turned to walk briskly towards the kitchen.
After the maid brought out a bag of ice, Shen Yanhe reached out her hand, "Give it to me, I'll do it myself."
