"Slap." Ye Ranran turned around and gave Fu Rong a hard slap.
Perhaps because she was agitated, her hand kept trembling.
"This is just a little lesson for you. If you do this again next time, don't blame me for being rude."
Fu Rong touched his face, and a strange smile appeared on his face, "Really? I would like to see how you would be rude to me."
Afraid that he might pounce on her again, Ye Ranran instinctively took a step back.
"Xiao Cai, why so tense? It's not like I plan to do anything to you."
Ye Ranran's mouth twitched. Not do anything? Wasn't that something just now? Then what counts?
"About what happened earlier, I was impulsive."
He couldn't hold back for a moment, so can you blame him entirely?
A man not making any moves when facing a woman he loves, that would be strange.
Ye Ranran didn't say she forgave him like she had before. She's not a saint, who can act like everything is fine every single time.
