Thinking of this, Xia Ximo finally lowered her raised hand. This slap was not only to vent her anger on Ling Yiche's behalf, but also to show Su Qian's arrogance in this room.
She didn't like that this woman wanted to act like a mistress in front of her. Ling Yiche was hers, and Ling Yiche was hers.
Su Qian still wants to snatch her away, but she needs to be able to do so.
But looking at Ling Yiche's attitude at this time, it was simply impossible for Su Qian to snatch it away.
Ling Yiche is hers, just hers.
Su Qian's mind was still blank at this time. She looked at the slap she had just swung out uncontrollably. That slap still had some force, so she used more strength.
She couldn't control her strength.
But, how did she throw out that slap?
How could she be so calm and get rid of that slap?
What happened to her?
Didn’t you say that you have to be patient and you have to compromise?
Why can't you help but give me a slap and go out?
Looking at Ling Yiche's face and the clearly visible finger prints on her face, she was slightly startled. Then she subconsciously looked at her hands. Her mind went blank and she subconsciously wanted to grab Ling Yiche's hand.
Arm, he spoke with distress: "Yi Che..."
Ling Yiche hugged Xia Ximo, took two steps back, and said, "Don't touch me again..."
After hearing this, Su Qian couldn't help but shed tears this time. She shook her head and said, "Yi Che, Yi Che, I didn't mean to be like this.
It really wasn’t intentional, Yi Che…”
Ling Yiche at this moment was a stranger to her, a stranger she had never felt before.
At this time, Ling Yiche was speaking with an extremely cold voice, as if he was cold to the core.
At this moment, Ling Yiche gave her an inexplicable coldness, as if she was really about to lose something.
Even though she had been back for so long and Ling Yiche told her several times that things were impossible between her and him, she still didn't give up because she could clearly feel that Ling Yiche was interested in her.