Wen Ran couldn't control herself, her tears falling more and more. He hurriedly tried to wipe them away, but she turned her head to avoid him.
Finally, her slap landed heavily, and the sound echoed in the empty surroundings.
He could have dodged, but he didn't. Lightly holding her hand, he asked, "Ranran, does your hand hurt?"
Wen Ran grabbed his collar, "Shen Jiaojiao, I'm warning you, don't ever joke about taking your life again!"
Even though she was crying so much her face was a mess, she spoke to him with such a fierce tone.
Shen Wu's heart raced wildly, and he felt that his Ranran was like the seductive enchantresses he had heard the storytelling master talk about in the teahouse.
He looked at her, unable to avert his eyes, and said in a gentle tone, "But... Ranran, if one day everyone hates me and wants to kill me, if I'm about to die, what then?"
