She hadn't finished speaking when it was already too late.
This action successfully provoked Wen Yi's anger. She nearly slapped him across the face but managed to restrain herself, instead forcefully pushing him off her body. Her eyes filled with resentful coldness, her chest heaving with indignation.
Mo Shichen was caught off guard, of course, and he had no intention of staying on top of her under such circumstances. He looked at the woman, whose cheeks were still flushed, and let out a low, hoarse chuckle, "If you want to hit me, just go ahead."
It was quite obvious to him that she had almost slapped him just now.
"Smack!"
Wen Yi was far from polite. Having held back before, once he finished his sentence, she raised her hand and slapped him crisply, causing his face to turn slightly.