Yet he continued his actions, heedless of her resistance.
In desperation, Jiayi swung her delicate arm, but hadn't expected that he wouldn't dodge.
With a "slap," it landed crisply on the man's handsome left cheek.
The force wasn't strong, but his face instantly darkened, he touched his left cheek, winced in pain, his handsome brow furrowed, and his expression suddenly turned as menacing as a devil, sending shivers down one's spine!
She took a sharp breath. What had she done?
Had she just slapped this man?
Given his personality, this was more terrifying than pulling a whisker from a tiger's face!
No one in his life must have dared to touch him!
If this doesn't get her killed, she wouldn't believe it!
Her heart was pounding fiercely as she shrank back towards the mirror behind her, "It was an accident... I didn't do it on purpose... Let me go... to find an attendant to get some ointment for you."
An accident? Unintentional?
