His movements were somewhat rough; he hadn't gauged his strength properly, and Ye Tiao's back slammed into the headboard, stunning her.
Tang Jingming, upon hearing her muffled groan, paused for a moment, and his reason started to return, but in the next instant, he received a punch to his face.
Ye Tiao shouted angrily, "Are you fucking drunk? What the hell are you doing?"
While Ye Tiao hadn't used much force, such a sudden punch to the face was still painful.
Tang Jingming shrank back a little, and in another moment, Ye Tiao had risen to her feet, staring at him furiously, "Are you sick or something? You're an adult, can't you act a little more mature?"
Tang Jingming, enraged by her scolding, retorted, "Yeah, I'm sick, I'm immature, I can't compare to your Lin Yuan, that's why you dumped me to go on a date with him!"
His voice was loud, so much so, that Ye Tiao actually heard the sound of his fist behind her ear.
