Cai Ning whined. "Oh! I thought there would be more excitement like you succumb to Ling Qingyu's heavy bombardment of gifts and become so wet that your knees weaken. Ouch!"
The only response was Yang Qingyue's slap to the back of her friend's head. Cai Ning cried out in pain, nearly shedding tears from surprise.
She pursed her lips in grievance and her eyes filled with droplets as her face turned slightly toward Yang Qingyue to express her mood. But she dared not protest.
"Stop pretending. With your skills and training, the slap I exerted didn't even have the strength to cause you to tear up." Yang Qingyue didn't accept Cai Ning's poor acting. She knew how much force was contained in her hand. "Honestly, I feel heavy accepting Ling Qingyu's one after another gifts. Though they are donations for the police force, everything was because of my existence. I can guess the reason why she chose me."
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Regaining pace! Comeon, I support myself @v@