"Don't go. Would an apology suffice?"
Chi Jinghong reluctantly lowered his head. "I'm sorry."
"I think you misunderstood. What use is a verbal apology? I want a substantive apology."
Feng Lin looked back at Chi Jinghong.
"What do you want to do?" Chi Jinghong frowned and asked.
"First of all, to get revenge, I'll spare your face because it would pain me; I'll target your behind instead."
Feng Lin raised his palm.
"In your dreams! That would be an insult to me. Just hit my face instead!"
Chi Jinghong closed his eyes, extending his beautiful face towards Feng Lin.
Feng Lin gazed at Chi Jinghong's pretty face and swallowed nervously.
Then, he forcefully pinched Chi Jinghong's cheek, "Forget it, it doesn't hurt that much anyway. Let's just move past this."
He jumped back down from the window.
"You're also to blame this time. If you had explained right there and then, I would have definitely believed you, but you admitted to it."
