"That kiss was just an accident, I only wanted to keep you there to listen to me, it was out of desperation that I kissed you. If it means that much to you, I'd like to apologize right now. I'm sorry, I was wrong, I shouldn't have kissed you."
Li Xing now feels nothing but regret—it was his kiss that provoked her, so it's his fault when it comes down to it.
"I don't want your apology, I want you. That was my first kiss, you have to take responsibility for me."
Xie Panjun's fingers gently caressed Li Xing's lips, which felt cool against the warmth of her fingertips—a perfect complement of hot and cold.
"I'm sorry, I really didn't know that was your first kiss. But as for taking responsibility, I can't do that. I don't like you yet."
When Li Xing heard that he had taken Xie Panjun's first kiss, he immediately wished he could smack himself twice in the face. What inhumane thing had he done?
