Watching helplessly as Li Qinghe's slap came his way, Xu Fan offered no resistance.
Just as the slap was about to strike, Li Qinghe, sobbing, raised her hand and let it fall weakly.
She suddenly realized that even if she had slapped Xu Fan, it would have been of no use.
What was the point?
She wiped her tears and looked at Xu Fan, somewhat defiantly.
"Xu Fan, do you really find me, Li Qinghe, completely unattractive?"
Having never experienced such a sense of defeat with any man, Li Qinghe felt that standing in front of this guy, she was not some great star or a rich young lady; she was less than an ugly duckling.
"I've answered that question before," he said.
"Li Qinghe, I can only remind you once again to let go of your so-called pride; everything will be better."
Xu Fan said with a smile, wiping the tears from Li Qinghe's cheeks.
The clash of his earlier sternness with his now gentle demeanor elicited a chemical reaction that left Li Qinghe somewhat dazed.
