"Damn, look at these marks, they hurt so much." As soon as Zhong Liying regained her freedom, she used her small fists to pound Sun Dasheng's chest.
Sun Dasheng took the opportunity to hold her hand, pulled her into his embrace, and then hugged her tightly, with one hand around her back and the other stroking her long beautiful hair: "Alright, alright, this time it's my fault."
He comforted her for a while, until she was no longer angry.
"Why are you here this time?"
While dining at the Japanese restaurant downstairs, Sun Dasheng finally remembered to ask her.
Zhong Liying continued to eat elegantly while complaining: "I thought Japanese food in the country wasn't authentic and thus didn't taste good. Turns out the authentic stuff isn't that impressive either."
