Jiang Che was suddenly slapped and his face registered confusion. It took him a full two seconds to realize what had just happened. Covering one side of his face, he glared at Ye Weiwei with grievance, "You actually dared to hit my face. Don't you know that a man's face is not something you can just smack around?"
"Does it hurt?" Ye Weiwei raised an eyebrow, her tone lazy.
Rolling his eyes with a hint of petulance, Jiang Che retorted, "What do you think! Let's see how you like it if I hit you back!"
Ye Weiwei pouted and put down the chopsticks in her other hand, leaning forward to offer, "Go on then, hit me."
Jiang Che arched an eyebrow, a mischievous glint sparkling in his seductive eyes as he smirked, "Remember, you're letting me do this."
"Yes, if you've got the guts!"
His tone was clearly joking, yet carried a veiled threat. Jiang Che, stuck between laughter and tears, slowly raised his hand, "There's nothing I'm afraid of. Get ready, now...one...two...three..."
Smack...