Snap!
Suddenly, a crisp sound echoed.
It was Ye Xuan's restless hands being slapped away by Ye Xiaoying, who reacted swiftly.
Bang!
Another dull sound arose.
It was Ye Xuan's whole body being kicked to the ground by Ye Xiaoying.
Ye Xuan rolled awkwardly on the floor; if not for the cramped space in the compartment, he might have rolled twice more.
Ye Xuan felt the pain, and furiously glared at Ye Xiaoying, scolding, "Ye Xiaoying, what are you doing? Are you trying to murder your husband?"
"Murder my husband?"
Ye Xiaoying's lips twisted; her fiery and straightforward nature found it amusing.
Suddenly, she flipped off the bunk, put on her pretty little leather shoes, and walked toward Ye Xuan, the curve of her lips full of playfulness and chill.
Seeing this side of Ye Xiaoying, Ye Xuan's brows twitched uncontrollably, feeling a bit guilty.
He sat up, secretly retreating while bracing himself, "What… what do you want to do? Ye Xiaoying, I warn you, don't mess around!"
