Fighting Over a Lover

This earth-shattering, deeply passionate kiss.

It was as though time at the scene had frozen.

Everyone's expressions had completely stiffened.

Only their pupils continued to tremble.

Fang Meiyun, the sect master who hated men more than anything.

Was actually being held in someone's arms and kissed passionately like a young girl, her aged face flushed red.

She had even closed her eyes?

If they knew the little phrases from his hometown, they would surely have exclaimed, "No way!"

This brief moment seemed to stretch into eternity.

Yet beautiful things always came to an end.

As Fang Meiyun immersed herself in happiness, memories of their first meeting and the sweetness of their early days together surfaced in her mind.

But when she recalled how this man had left her.

She suddenly snapped back to her senses, shoved Xiao Le away, and immediately slapped him across the face.

After taking that hard slap.

Xiao Le remained unmoved. He blinked at Fang Meiyun and said.

"Have you calmed down? If not, you can hit me two more times. As long as you're happy."

"Get out! I don't want to see you!"

Fang Meiyun shouted angrily.

The moment he had ruthlessly abandoned her for her primordial yin.

She had decided that she would never forgive him for the rest of her life.

"If you didn't want to see me, then why didn't you struggle when I kissed you just now?"

Xiao Le smiled at her affectionately.

Everyone's expressions changed again as their gazes fell on Fang Meiyun.

It seemed like she really had not struggled?

Fang Meiyun trembled with fury. She stepped forward and gave him two more resounding slaps, angrily saying, "I just didn't react in time!"

"Stop pretending, girl. Eyes don't lie."

Even after taking the two slaps, Xiao Le remained unmoved,