Ning Zhongze braced herself and stood up. She turned and looked at Murong Fu with a complex expression, then slapped him across the face.
The blow landed heavily on Murong Fu’s fair, handsome cheek, instantly leaving a bright red handprint. Strangely, however, given Murong Fu’s martial arts mastery, he could easily have caught her hand; for some reason, he remained completely defenseless, choosing not to resist at all.
"Slap!" The crisp, loud sound of the strike rang through the night, as if tearing through the surrounding silence. In the dead of night, the sound was jarring, like a sharp blade cutting through a veil of darkness.
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