"What... what are you doing?" Fatty saw that Christina's tone was unfriendly and instinctively covered his chest with his hands, his face pale as he said, "Can't we discuss whatever it is tomorrow? It's late at night, and if word gets out about us being alone like this, my reputation will be ruined... At most..." This scoundrel puckered his lips, "I'll let you kiss me."
Initially, after Fatty's appearance was restored, he looked different from Zhang Yuan. Christina had learned the truth through various channels but still felt a bit unfamiliar. Seeing his lewd face now, she was certain without a doubt. Before Fatty could finish speaking, Christina, blushing with both embarrassment and anger, had already twisted one of his prominent ears, dragging him into the garden amidst his cries of pain.
