Everyone felt a sense of dread, fearing that something terrible was truly about to happen.
The boy circled around Zhu Qian and, like a cheetah, lunged with a fierce punch towards Qin Hao's head.
Qin Hao, still kissing Tang Yue, didn't even lift his head as his hand shot out to grab the incoming fist.
Thud.
The boy's fist smashed into the palm of Qin Hao's hand, and he was caught in his grip.
The scene everyone had imagined didn't materialize, and all faces were marked with surprise—they couldn't believe their club president's punch had been caught.
At that moment, Tang Yue finally snapped out of it. She trembled all over, bit Qin Hao's lip fiercely, and then burst out from his embrace.
"You..."
She pointed at Qin Hao, overwhelmed with shame and anger.
Zhu Qian was also confused; she never expected Qin Hao to pull such a stunt and actually steal Tang Yue's first kiss.
