SMACK!
Wen Zhixing's slap, fueled by days of pent-up resentment, was forceful and heavy!
Qiu Yinger's neck twisted to the side, and she stood there, stupefied, unable to recover her senses for a long time. She never expected Wen Zhixing to actually dare to hit her!
"My hand slipped, Senior Sister," Wen Zhixing said with an apologetic expression. "Senior Sister, why didn't you dodge?"
"You... dare... to... hit... me?" Qiu Yinger's neck slowly straightened, anger and violence surging from her heart.
"Senior Sister, just bear with it; it will feel better soon." Wen Zhixing hurriedly reached out to lightly caress the red mark on her face.
Just rub it, and it'll be fine.
"Wen Zhixing, you're courting death!" Qiu Yinger's eyes widened. Her slender white hands flipped, and she slammed her palm heavily onto Wen Zhixing's chest.
BANG!
