"Zhao Bin, that bastard! I'm going to kill him," Dazhuang was seething with anger, ready to go find Zhao Bin to settle the score right away.
But Huihui suddenly stood up and hugged Dazhuang, crying, "Dazhuang, no... don't go."
"He beat you up like this, I have to stand up for you, get out of the way," Dazhuang said, his face ablaze with fury, struggling.
However, Huihui suddenly moved in front of him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and stood on tiptoe to kiss Dazhuang's face.
Dazhuang's eyes widened.
I was also stunned.
It was clear that Huihui's kiss was so clumsy; she seemed to have forgotten how to kiss a man.
Her plump lips pressed motionlessly against Dazhuang's, as if her breath had stopped.
Dazhuang quickly recovered, reaching out to wrap his arms around her small waist, pulling her tightly into his embrace, and they started kissing passionately.
