Nan Xin never expected that after so much turmoil, everything would revert to its original state due to an unexpected slap.
No matter how hateful a man is, you can't hurt his pride or slap his face.
Even women can't stand it, let alone a domineering border lord.
About half a minute passed before Li San's expression slightly softened. He glanced at the woman with hair scattered, "Satisfied with slapping me?"
Nan Xin looked up at the man with a fingerprint on his left cheek, regretfully complaining, "I told you it was an accident. If you hadn't suddenly turned around, I wouldn't have hit your face."
Li San grasped the woman's chin, "Still being stubborn?"
Nan Xin was momentarily distracted, nodding in response, "Okay, okay, whatever you say. Can you let go first, let me see your face?"
This kind of compromise and indulgence is a habit Nan Xin can't shake off.
Like many times before, she unreasonably tolerated all of Li San's behaviors.
