Zhi'er was taken aback.
With her hands on her hips, she retorted fiercely and coquettishly, "In this situation, I absolutely won't answer you!"
Feng Fuce frowned, "Why? So, you plan to answer Jun Kuang instead?"
"He lied to deceive you, and you believed it. I confessed my feelings, yet I'm still waiting for your response."
"If you like his way of speaking, I can tell you a thousand lines more heartfelt than his."
"He's dreamed of you; haven't I as well? In fact, I've dreamed of you more than once!"
Zhi'er was both embarrassed and furious.
She turned her back, "What you're talking about is completely different, and Brother A Kuang's intentions are not the same as yours!"
Feng Fuce sneered coldly, chasing after her to make sure Zhi'er looked at him.
"How is it different? He's a man. I certainly understand what he's thinking."
Zhi'er emphasized, "But hitting someone is wrong. He didn't do anything, yet you punched him hard."
