"Go to hell, Song Xiaodong! I'm warning you, I can overlook the kiss, but if you dare to use that broken gun on me again... I'll fight you with everything I've got."
Watching Qiao Yutong's panicked yet teeth-gritting expression, Song Xiaodong pressed down on her shoulders firmly.
"Oh..." Qiao Yutong shuddered, quickly straightened up, and angrily shouted, "You bastard... do you believe I'll kill you?"
"Don't believe ya." Song Xiaodong pressed down again.
"You... you... I'm going to kill you, I swear I will..."
Qiao Yutong was a stubborn girl. Every time Song Xiaodong pushed her down, she got back up, determined to avoid any contact with his "broken gun."
But after a few times, her strength was failing, her body was growing weaker, and an indescribable sensation spread throughout her body from where the gun touched.
"Song Xiaodong, if you dare do that again... You... I'll marry you, and you won't have a say in it!"
