"Speak, why did you bite?"
The young man was so enraged that he lifted his stick, and had reason informed him that Gu Beihuai still had injuries on his body and was unfit to be beaten, he would definitely have struck down with the stick.
Gu Beihuai wore an indifferent expression: "How can you be sure it was biting? I was clearly kissing!"
Tang Jianbing was so angry he was spinning around: "Do you think I don't know you? You'd kiss Xiaxia? It was clearly a bite. Haven't you bitten plenty of times before?"
He recounted that since Gu Beihuai was eight years old, every time he couldn't beat Tang Chuxia, he'd try to bite back. These were all recorded in history; it was hard for Gu Beihuai to deny it.
Gu Beihuai rubbed his nose—how had he forgotten these black marks on his history?
Tang Chuxia laughed so hard she could almost not straighten her back.
She now understood that Beihuai's childhood was really miserable, and the original owner really owed him.
