'Smack', a crisp slap echoed in the silent air.
A look of surprise, followed by a flash of fury, passed through Fu Yunshen's elongated phoenix eyes.
The handsome contours of his face tensed, his entire demeanor becoming even more cold and detached.
The force behind her slap was not light; faint red fingerprints emerged on his fair, handsome face.
Fu Yunshen's tongue touched the slightly pained cheek, his lips curved into a smirk that was not quite a smile, his expression gloomy.
After four years of absence, she had become increasingly unrestrained.
How dare she greet his face with a slap!
"Wen Yuci, who gave you the guts, huh?" he said softly, neither loud nor low, yet with boundless danger.
Wen Yuci was drunk, her head spinning; she did not take this for the real world but thought it was just a dream.
In the real world, she and Fu Yunshen had become strangers; why couldn't she do as she pleased in her dreams?
