Late at night.
In the exquisitely decorated bridal chamber.
"SLAP!"
"SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!"
Sun Li looked at Duan Feibai with a cold gaze, her eyes filled with a hint of disgust. But more than that, she felt helpless.
Duan Feibai lay on the bed, cupping his swollen face with both hands and grimacing in pain. Just moments before, when he had tried to pounce on Sun Li, she had slapped him several times in quick succession. It took him a while to recover. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he glared at Sun Li with a ferocious expression. "You dare to hit me!"
Sun Li snorted, planting her hands on her hips. "So what if I hit you?"
"You're a total loser, weak as a twig, and you still think you can sleep with me?"
"I'd rather hire a gigolo from a nightclub than give myself to a good-for-nothing like you!"
Duan Feibai's fury boiled over. Feeling his masculine pride had been utterly provoked, he rolled off the bed and lunged at Sun Li again.
"SLAP!"
