"In light of the risks you took to rescue me, consider this kiss as compensation," she said.
Feeling greatly moved by Li Fei's earlier enticing flirts, Man Yu didn't stop him from kissing her. After all, her first kiss was meant for a man sooner or later; giving it to Li Fei was much better than giving it to any other man.
Ask yourself, how many people would actually step up to shield someone from sulfuric acid in a dangerous moment? And how many could muster the courage to come alone to the Black Society's headquarters to rescue someone?
Soon, the gangsters ran out of bullets in their guns, and the room crackled like firecrackers. Yet, there wasn't any blood on the ground as they had expected.
"Brother, maybe we should let Man Yu go."
Zhang Jia's suggestion didn't stem from a sudden conscience or compassion but rather from his own injuries. Even with a beautiful woman in front of him, he was helpless and certainly couldn't just watch Brother Wei having fun while he panicked.
