The Young Man in the Painting

Han Jinchu subconsciously closed his eyes, but the slap did not land.

She opened her eyes in surprise, only to see Feng Qinlan's hand stop in mid-air.

"I can't hit you. If you get swollen, you won't have to go to school tomorrow.""But you don't have to eat tonight's dinner!" Feng Qinlan said unhappily. Jinnian, go eat!"