Chapter 88 How Can You Say I'm Overreacting?

The scent of oranges was a refreshing fragrance at the tip of his nose.

Even though it was a very sweet smell, Liang Ciqiu felt it so irritating that the side of his face that had been slapped reddened even more.

His slightly long black hair covered his left eye, and he stared at Jiang Nanshu with eyes as cold as a deep pool, "You dare to slap me?"

He fiercely raised his hand, but looking at Jiang Nanshu's laughingly beautiful face, he couldn't bring himself to strike.

Instead, memories of that night rushed into his mind, clinging to him like shadows.

Though Jiang Nanshu hadn't done anything, she somehow became unforgettable—he could dream of her every night.

His chest rose and fell slightly as he stared at her dead on.

Jiang Nanshu was holding a candy, her red lips curved into a smile, "Don't have the guts to slap back?"