Zheng Rourou was so furious her chest heaved violently, and her face turned beet red, unable to retort even a single word.
Ling Chuxia stood there calmly, watching her as if she had all the patience in the world. Zheng Rourou didn't want to appear weak, but Ling Chuxia's aura was too overpowering, instantly suppressing her. Plus, with Shi Che's current attitude towards her, even if she wanted to stay tough, she couldn't. Tears welled up in Zheng Rourou's eyes, and with trembling hands, she lifted a hand and lightly fanned it towards her face. Although she called it a fan, it was really just a gentle touch.
Ling Chuxia frowned in dissatisfaction, "Do you want me to do it for you?"
Zheng Rourou clenched her fists, then forcefully slapped herself across the face, making a loud smack, which brought tears to her eyes.
Ling Chuxia shook her head involuntarily and blinked her innocent eyes, "Um... there's really no need to be so forceful."
