The moment Pei Yan finished speaking, a pillow slammed into his face.
Mei Wanying was furious, not holding back in the slightest.
If the pillow hadn't been so soft and harmless, he might have been left battered and bleeding.
Pei Yan was in disbelief. "Mei Wanying, you dare hit me?"
As his words faded, a fragrant scent wafted toward him.
Before Pei Yan could even identify the fragrance, Mei Wanying's palm connected.
"SLAP!"
The man's face took a heavy slap.
Pei Yan was stunned by the blow.
'This wasn't how he'd imagined it. Mei Wanying was supposed to hug him and tell him how worried she'd been, how much she'd missed him.'
'Why did she hit him the moment she saw him?'
'It was so dark in the room, yet she still managed to find her bearings and slap him squarely on the face.'
'Just great!'
