CHAPTER 561: CHAPTER 562: REALLY BIG

His movements were somewhat rough; he hadn’t gauged his strength properly, and Ye Tiao’s back slammed into the headboard, stunning her.

Tang Jingming, upon hearing her muffled groan, paused for a moment, and his reason started to return, but in the next instant, he received a punch to his face.

Ye Tiao shouted angrily, "Are you fucking drunk? What the hell are you doing?"

While Ye Tiao hadn’t used much force, such a sudden punch to the face was still painful.

Tang Jingming shrank back a little, and in another moment, Ye Tiao had risen to her feet, staring at him furiously, "Are you sick or something? You’re an adult, can’t you act a little more mature?"

Tang Jingming, enraged by her scolding, retorted, "Yeah, I’m sick, I’m immature, I can’t compare to your Lin Yuan, that’s why you dumped me to go on a date with him!"

His voice was loud, so much so, that Ye Tiao actually heard the sound of his fist behind her ear.

Ye Tiao, frightened, looked up to meet Tang Jingming’s bloodshot eyes and subconsciously felt a little intimidated, but that was just the way she was: the more intimidated she felt inside, the louder she shouted, "Yes, I was wrong today, I shouldn’t have told you I’d be back for dinner and then stood you up, but that’s my fault. Why are you taking it out on yourself for someone else’s mistake? Are you out of your mind?"

Tang Jingming felt yelled at and incredibly wronged deep down; the burning sensation on the back of his hand was very clear. Hearing her words only made him feel more suffocated.

The two of them stood off like this, maintaining a pose that was so ambiguous neither of them noticed, staring at each other.

Ye Tiao, having been stared at by him for a while, finally gave in, saying, "Have you seen enough, piss off!"

Tang Jingming’s lips pressed into a thin line and he said, "Do you really like that Lin Yuan?"

In her 28 years of life, as far as Tang Jingming could remember, Ye Tiao had never said she liked anyone—and Lin Yuan was undoubtedly the first.

Such a man must be outstanding to have gained Ye Tiao’s favor.

A shadow passed over Tang Jingming’s eyes.

Yet, Ye Tiao failed to notice this sudden shift in Tang Jingming’s mood, finding his change of topic baffling and, with a mixture of humor and irritation, she said, "At a time like this, you’re still in the mood to worry about this? You’d better think about how you’re going to save that hand of yours!"

Saying this, Ye Tiao abruptly stood up, but before she was fully up, she was pressed down again by Tang Jingming.

Tang Jingming was very strong.

Really strong.

He finally felt like a man.

That’s what Ye Tiao thought.

Tang Jingming finally realized the sensation hidden deep in his heart, looked at Ye Tiao with determination in his eyes, and asked, "Do you really like him?"

Ye Tiao felt that he was burning with morbid curiosity and couldn’t help but roll her eyes before saying impatiently, "Of course, why else would I play house with him?"

"Really?"

"Nonsense, get off!"

A wounded look flickered in Tang Jingming’s eyes, but he was unwilling to let her go no matter what.

Ye Tiao was really thin, aside from being a bit taller, she didn’t seem much different from other women.

He could easily encompass her arm with one palm, effortlessly holding her in the palm of his hand.

Unconsciously, Tang Jingming’s arm tightened a bit more; Ye Tiao felt the pain and kicked out, "Enough already!"