The beautiful taste in his memory made Yu Xiuzhun lose control instantly.
Just as he was about to go further, Ye Mingmei had already pushed him away and swung a slap across his face.
"Smack—"
The crisp and loud sound of the slap was exceptionally startling.
"Yu Xiuzhun, besides forcing women and lying through your teeth, what else are you capable of? I despise you!" Ye Mingmei shouted, and her eyes turned red.
She even forgot her handbag, turned around, and wanted to run.
Just as she reached the door, she was pressed against the door panel by Yu Xiuzhun.
His actions were not gentle at all, filled with anger.
"What else am I capable of that you don't know?" Yu Xiuzhun reached out to pinch her chin, forcing Ye Mingmei to look at him.
"Have you had enough slapping? If not, there's the right side, so you can have your fill all at once!" Yu Xiuzhun's grip tightened, and it felt as if he would dislocate her jaw.
The pain left her speechless.
