Zhao Changhe had no idea why the lovely older sister who was in such a good mood just a moment ago suddenly lost her temper.
Just when the atmosphere seemed right for a small peck on the lips, they were so close to making it happen.
And then she covered his snout with her hand and gave him a head full of bumps.
With a wronged expression, Zhao Changhe held his head and crouched defensively, "Everything was fine... Why did you start hitting me..."
Vermilion Bird didn't know how to explain her sudden outburst either, so she simply ignored reason, "Not happy about it? If you can beat me, then you can talk. A little brother as weak as you is only meant to be bullied, you know!"
Zhao Changhe glanced at her while holding his head, "So you mean... if I can beat you, we'll have our peck?"
"Heh!" Vermilion Bird crossed her arms and scoffed coldly, "If you can beat me, I'll take off my mask and let you have it, do you have the guts?"
"Don't believe your gamble."
