With a sharp "slap," Zhong Lingling's palm struck Luo Ye's face.
A deep set of five finger marks imprinted on Luo Ye's left cheek as he glared at Zhong Lingling, articulating each word, "Do you know? Your recently fierce demeanor is more characteristic, more charming than before. Back then, you'd follow me around, docile and obedient, which actually makes you less attractive than you are now! The fiercer you get, the more I like you!"
Luo Ye touched his burning cheek where Zhong Lingling hit him and grasped her chin.
Right now, Zhong Lingling's mind was preoccupied with concern for Xiang Yimo, devoid of any mood to respond to Luo Ye's flirtations, declarations of love, or teasing. Thinking about the Silver Needle hidden in her sleeve, she contemplated teaching the despicable Luo Ye, who dared to suggest she be his clandestine lover, a lesson.