"Hit me, if you're not angry, why don't you?" Jiang Nan grabbed her hand and swung it towards his handsome face, without any hesitation, and with extra force.
"Slap!" The sound was crisp and loud.
"Are you crazy? I've never seen someone hit themselves. If you're sick, go to a hospital. I don't want to deal with your corpse!"
Youyou looked at the red mark on his face, suddenly pulled back her hand, and glared at him fiercely.
She caught a glimpse of his stern face, bit her lip, and in the end, she couldn't win against him, so she turned and went downstairs.
It wasn't until her figure disappeared that Jiang Nan slowly lowered his gaze, his long fingers caressing the face she had slapped, a self-mocking smile curling his lips.
He really was crazy…
The heartache he felt all night surprisingly eased because of her slap.
She wouldn't know that after she cursed at him and left yesterday, he stood there alone, stood for the whole night.
