Wang Lei had grown accustomed to his girlfriend's angry expressions lately. Instinctively, he rushed to defend himself, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Lanlan, I was just worried..."
But before he could finish speaking, Jiang Lan's anger became uncontrollable. She immediately raised her hand and, with a resounding and brisk "slap," she struck Wang Lei across the face.
Hisss!
Even He Qing, standing nearby, couldn't help but gasp at the force of the slap; it definitely didn't sound gentle!
The night wind howled and the waves crashed against the shore, and it took a while before his cheek began to feel the pain.
That slap had calmed Wang Lei down. Covering his now burning cheek, he couldn't help but ask, "Lanlan, why did you come to the beach in the dead of night?"
Jiang Lan had no answer.
After a moment of silence, she came to her senses and instinctively took a step back, pressing her hand against something at her chest.
