When Jiang Wanruo saw He Yurou sitting in the corner, curled up and crying her heart out, her heart ached.
"Yu Rou, Yu Rou..."
"It's all my fault, I'm sorry..."
"Hit me! Scold me, okay? As long as you're happy, you can slap me as many times as you want."
Jiang Wanruo, her feet feeling as heavy as if they were filled with lead, struggled to walk up to He Yurou, but suddenly grabbed her hand and slapped it hard across her own face.
What are you doing—
He had already slapped Jiang Wanruo across the face, which startled He Yurou so much that her face turned pale instantly.
She struggled fiercely, trying to pull her right hand out of Jiang Wanruo's grasp.
"Stop!"
"Wanruo, stop! Don't do this!"
"Stop hitting! Jiang Wanruo, please stop!"
"It's all my fault! I'm sorry, Yu Rou, I'm so sorry." But Jiang Wanruo, who was now in a frenzy, was incredibly strong.
After Jiang Wanruo slapped her three times, He Yurou struggled in vain, her hand still held in Jiang Wanruo's grasp.
In the end, it was An Wan who rushed in and pushed Jiang Wanruo away, finally ending the farce.
By this time, Jiang Wanruo's face was already bright red, with five finger marks left on it.
If I hit him a few more times, he'll probably end up with a pig's head.
"Sister Wanruo, is this really necessary? Didn't you see that Sister Yurou was terrified by you?" An Wan yelled at her.
If she hadn't heard the commotion and arrived in time, who knows how long Jiang Wanruo would have slapped her.
They're really ruthless to themselves. Slapping someone isn't just about the pain; it's also about the humiliation of one's dignity.
You can hit anywhere, just not the face or the head.
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