Chu Jing immediately sensed something was wrong. Her whole body stiffened, and her eyes flew open.
She quickly rolled over and, raising her hand, delivered a slap.
The moment the slap landed...
The air itself seemed to freeze for a second.
After the slap, Chu Jing herself was stunned.
'I'd only meant to give him a gentle push, or pinch him at most.'
'How did I end up actually slapping him?'
Chu Jing looked at Qiu Ye's red, swollen face, her voice wavering with uncertainty.
"I... If I said I didn't do it on purpose, would you believe me?"
She gave an awkward tug at the corner of her lips.
She tried to act as if nothing had happened, but after a couple of dry chuckles, her voice trailed off until it was barely a whisper.
'Even I know how ridiculous that sounds.'
The more she thought about it, the more unreal it all felt.
'Just yesterday, I was still trying to figure out how to survive in the tribe. How did things turn into this today?'
