"Zehao, what happened to your face?"
Hao Jia suddenly noticed a handprint on Quan Zehao's face.
"Huh?"
Stunned for a moment, Quan Zehao realized that the handprint was left by Bai Xiaolian's smack. He coughed lightly and defended himself, "A mosquito landed on my face and I guess I slapped it too hard."
"A mosquito?"
Luo Qianxun looked puzzled at Quan Zehao and Bai Xiaolian, "You two also have bad luck with mosquitoes today? Xiaolian also said the red mark on her neck was a mosquito bite."
Bai Xiaolian's face turned beet red at this unexpected reference to her red mark.
Hao Jia burst out laughing, spitting out her mouthful of food and ensuing in a fit of coughing.
"Did I say something wrong? Did it provoke such a big reaction in you?"
Luo Qianxun looked at Hao Jia innocently.
Hao Jia stifled her cough and teased, "Qianxun, aren't you too naive? How can a red mark on a woman's neck be a mosquito's bite? It must have been a man's kiss."
"Huh?"
