Song Shijing was dumbfounded by the slap; he had never been hit by anyone other than Ji Zhiyuan.
Sang Qian was also stunned for a moment—had she actually slapped Song Shijing?
But remembering how close he had been to her, as if he was about to touch her lips, she suddenly felt righteous and asked with a cold face, "What are you doing?"
Song Shijing came to his senses; he had actually been hit by his own wife.
And for being a rogue at that.
He couldn't even grunt in response.
What was all this about?
He touched the cheek that got slapped with the tip of his tongue; surprisingly, the blow was strong and stung painfully.
"I saw you crying and wanted to wipe away your tears."
Sang Qian did feel the wetness at the corner of her eyes, and thinking back to her dream, she didn't doubt that Song Shijing was lying to her.
Looking down, she saw she was still covered with his jacket, and when she had woken up, it seemed he had been supporting her face with his hand.
