Wang Qianjin wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "Yun Bixue, this is the second time you've slapped me."
Seeing Wang Qianjin's menacing look, coupled with the fact that she had no means of escape, her resolve wavered. She was smart enough to understand that any resistance was futile, so she slapped herself and replied, "I didn't mean it. Look, I just returned the favor."
Wang Qianjin was taken aback at what Yun Bixue just did, so much so that he spaced out. When he saw the reddened handprint on her right cheek, his intoxicating eyes glistened and revealed a look of approval and appreciation.
Yun Bixue was tough, even to herself. She was completely different from any other women, and he couldn't help but praise her.
Because of that self-inflicted slap, the evil aura radiating from Wang Qianjin's body dissipated, and his mood returned to normal.
