Yu Xia did not want to be close to him at all right now and struggled to push him away.
"Get away! Xie Qingci, get away from me!"
Determined not to let him approach her, she couldn't push his hand away, so she turned around and slapped him directly.
With a "smack," Xie Qingci's head jerked to the side.
His skin easily bore marks. He usually turned red from too much kissing, and now a hard slap left a direct imprint on his face, splitting the corner of his mouth again.
His movements finally halted, and he slowly turned his head to look at her.
That gaze was truly frightening, dark and oppressive, like a calm sea, brewing a storm beneath.
She didn't dare meet that gaze and let her eyes fall casually on the tiger doll on the cabinet by the entrance.
Aside from their heaving chests, their breaths were still rapid, and the room was engulfed in silence.
