"No, no! I can't keep daydreaming. I, Ye Fei'Er, how could I fall for that rascal?"
Ye Fei'Er was persuading herself, but her pretty face turned even redder, as if it was about to drip blood.
"Huh? Ye, why is your face so red? Like a cherry. Here, let me give you a kiss on your cheek." Lin Fan joked, moving in to kiss Ye Fei'Er's cheek!
Ye Fei'Er was startled, hurriedly pushed Lin Fan away and stepped back a few steps, giving him a shy yet resentful glare, "You rascal, who let you kiss me? Want a beating, huh!"
"Ye, you just said that if I won the fight, you'd kiss me. Since you're not doing it, I'll take the initiative." Lin Fan chuckled.
"I meant if you defeated that bearded guy, not if you defeated Mad Dog." Ye Fei'Er justified with grievance.
"It's the same. Anyway, I beat the bearded guy too." Lin Fan shrugged with a carefree smile.
