The moment Shi Che kissed her, Ling Chuxia's eyes widened fiercely, yet her gaze was filled with shattered light; his kiss brought her no more sweetness, no more throbbing, but humiliation.
In her mind, scenes from that day flashed—the appearance of her elder sister crying in hatred, and that harsh slap, all crowded into her mind and exploded like a bomb.
Humiliation, guilt, fear, dominated all her consciousness.
She didn't know where the strength came from, but she struggled out of Shi Che's grasp, then her hand rose and slapped directly across Shi Che's face.
With a slap, the entire room fell instantly quiet, silent as death.
And when Ling Chuxia slapped him, her strength wasn't very great, but it was enough to make Shi Che freeze all his movements, his dark eyes fixed on her face.
