"Smack!"
"You lecher."
"..."
Zhao Fujin's face was crimson as she slapped Chen Mo, the crisp sound of the slap echoing throughout the outer hall.
Chen Mo covered his face and took a few steps back.
His gaze instinctively fixed between Zhao Fujin's legs.
He never could have imagined that the quick "hand" reach just now would end up hitting her there; even if it was the chest, it wouldn't have been so bad.
Chen Mo also looked awkward, as if he had asked for the slap. There was no one to blame but himself.
"Um... Senior Sister, I... I didn't mean it, I never thought... Sorry..."
Chen Mo stepped back gradually, then said, "It's very late now. Senior Sister, have a good rest. I'll take my leave first."
"Wait."
Her clothes fluttering, Zhao Fujin's eyes were wide with embarrassment, her face flushed red. She pondered for a while but couldn't suppress her shame and anger, gritting her teeth as she spoke:
"You... you plan on leaving just like that?"
