Seeing that Tang Nuan's hand was about to touch Song Qingchun's face, Song Qingchun subconsciously closed her eyes, she clearly felt a strong wind hitting her left face, and then a loud slap sounded in her ears.

"Smack-"

The sound is very crisp, and in the quiet bathroom, it is particularly sharp and harsh.

The moment Song Qingchun heard the voice, his heart stopped beating.

She closed her eyes and paused for about half a minute before instinctively raising her hand to cover the left side of her face.

In her impression, not to mention being beaten, even the number of times she was scolded was no more than three times.

But now, she was slapped so blatantly by Tang Nuan.

And the sound of that voice made her feel pain......

An unspeakable humiliation and anger spread from the soles of Song Qingchun's feet all the way to her brain, her chest began to rise and fall, and then Song Qingchun opened her eyes suddenly, with a little anger in her eyes, she raised her hand without thinking about it, and fought back at Tang Nuan in front of her: "Tang Nuan, you and her ......"

Song Qingchun's swear words hadn't finished yet, and her whole person seemed to be frozen, instantly still.

She stared directly at Tang Nuan, who also did not react in the slightest in front of her, and after a long while, she blinked her eyes slightly, and then continued to blink her eyes, convinced that she was not mistaken, so she turned her head with a little stunned and looked at the mirror.

Song Qingchun's hand covering the left side of her face fell, and she saw her cheeks clearly, which were smooth and white, and there was no trace of being beaten at all, and Tang Nuan, who was standing on the side, had five slap marks on her right face, which were extremely clear, she may have really used the strength of her whole body, and those slap prints had been bruised.

Song Qingchun's big dark eyes, through the mirror, turned from Tang Nuan's right face to his left face, and then from his left face back to Tang Nuan's right face, back and forth many times, before his brain slowly turned.

Who can tell her what the hell is going on?

Didn't Tang Nuan hit her? Why does Tang Nuan have slap prints on his face? And there was nothing on her face?

Could this be her dreaming?

Song Qingchun couldn't help but raise her hand and rubbed her left side of her face, there was no pain at all, which showed that she really wasn't beaten just now.

In this bathroom, there are only two people now, she and Tang Nuan, she can be very sure that she must have not made a move just now, so ...... This slap on Tang Nuan's face, was she hit herself?

Even if she is afraid of making a big deal and wants to stop after she makes a move, then she can't beat herself up?

Besides, give her a slap, she can't do anything to her?

How much more could she think about it before she could turn so quickly and so much force back into her face?

Tang Nuan shouldn't be mentally ill, right? But she looks normal......

Could it be that this is the legend, the slut has his own harvest?

Song Qingchun had a lot of thoughts flashing in her mind, but none of them made her figure out why Tang Nuan slapped herself when she was beating her.

Tang Nuan stood in place for two minutes before she raised her hand and touched her face, and then she felt a piercing pain, and then her mouth subconsciously grinned, and she also turned her head to look at the mirror.