"Bingbing, since it's a misunderstanding, let's not dwell on it. I won't hold it against you," Zhang Bin said magnanimously.
"Hit me! Just hit me…" Tian Bingbing, however, grabbed Zhang Bin's hand, trying to make him strike her face.
Of course, Zhang Bin forcefully resisted. In the end, his hand was simply pressed against her delicate face, held there by her own.
The sudden contact sent a jolt, like an electric shock, through Zhang Bin.
He couldn't help but pinch her cheek and say with a mischievous smile, "Sister Bingbing, I could never bring myself to hit you. Who would have the heart to strike such a beauty?"
Evidently, his old flirtatious habits were flaring up again.
"Even if you can't bring yourself to do it, you must hit me. Otherwise, I'll feel awful," Tian Bingbing said, choking up.
"Then how about I give you a kiss as punishment?" Zhang Bin asked, mustering his courage.
"I'm not your girlfriend!" Tian Bingbing's eyes widened. "How can you punish me like that?"
