The esteemed Mayor Zhang had never suffered a slap in his life.
His dark eyes sank, as if all his patience had been utterly exhausted.
He pinned Lin Zishuang onto the bed and fiercely slapped her twice in return.
The originally delicate and fair face now bore two distinct palm marks.
Those two slaps left Lin Zishuang feeling a buzzing noise in her ears, her face burning with sharp pain.
Mayor Zhang snorted coldly, "You refuse to respect the hand extended to you? Seems like you prefer me to be rough."
At this moment, Mayor Zhang's temper flared; his patience was completely gone.
Lin Zishuang wanted to escape; she jumped to the other side of the bed.
"Don't come near me... don't come near me..."
Earlier, Mayor Zhang had been caught off guard, letting Lin Zishuang land a kick on him.
Now he understood—dealing with a woman like her called for brute force.
Once he had her pinned beneath him, she would submit.
