Although she tried hard to restrain herself, Fu Han still couldn't help shedding tears. She punched He Xing forcefully, "You're really annoying, why would you say those things all of a sudden?"
"I'm sorry, it was my fault, I won't say it again," He Xing held Fu Han in his arms, gently wiped the tears from her cheeks, and kissed her forehead, "I won't ever make you cry again, okay?"
"That's what you said," Fu Han turned her tears into laughter, looking slyly at He Xing, "Then promise me, what will you do if you make me cry in the future?"
He Xing's face changed immediately, he tapped Fu Han's forehead lightly, "Spit spit spit, don't say things like that, you know that good things don't happen but bad ones do, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a noisy commotion came from within the bar, grating on the ears, but Fu Han's mood inexplicably improved, and her heart was lifted by the sounds of cheer.
