...
But Yan Xiaobao, grinning cheekily, tossed the pistol to the side. "Bingbing, my darling wife, what are you talking about? You're my wife, how could I possibly hurt you?"
"I didn't ask you to hurt me, I just want you to put on a show." Han Ruobing turned her back to him, leaning into Yan Xiaobao's embrace. "Put your arm around my neck."
As Han Ruobing took the initiative to "throw herself into his arms," Yan Xiaobao was overjoyed. He grabbed her tightly, turned his head, and planted a kiss on her cheek...
*Smack!*
Han Ruobing spun around and slapped Yan Xiaobao square across the face.
For any man daring enough to try and kiss her, Han Ruobing always dealt with them this way. But after hitting Yan Xiaobao, she suddenly felt a twinge of unease and involuntarily took a step back.
She had seen firsthand how terrifying Yan Xiaobao could be. Would this slap provoke him into flying into a rage out of humiliation...
