Even if she were his lover, she must live with dignity.
Gong Ting always felt that Su Yu, who was unwilling to rely on him, seemed ready to leave him at any moment. He said coldly, "Even if you want to do what you like, you should consider your current physical condition. Your priority now is to recuperate, not rush to review."
Xiao Yu sat up, glaring at him angrily, "Of course I know my physical condition. I won't push myself. Give me back my book; I'll recite two more pieces before sleeping."
Gong Ting gritted his teeth as he looked at her stubborn little face. In a fit of rage, he flipped her over onto the bed, threw the book far away, leaned in and pinned her legs down, raising his big hand, and it fell with a "smack."
Xiao Yu had just propped up her upper body when she felt a fiery sting on her buttocks, making her face flush with heat as she turned her head in disbelief to look at the man, his raised hand fell again with another "smack."
"Gong Ting, you..."
