Bang! Fukiyose Seiri smacked Chen Fan on the head with her notebook, her face slightly red. "What on earth is going through that head of yours? No touching me."
Chen Fan pretended to look aggrieved. "I didn't touch you. I only used my mouth."
"That's not allowed either! Honestly, or I won't speak to you anymore." Fukiyose Seiri brushed the hair at her temple with a finger, using that tiny gesture to conceal her inner panic. The kiss Chen Fan had given her at the classroom door had already been deeply etched into her heart. Ever since childhood, she had always had the personality of a boy.
She had never dated or fallen in love. Later, as her chest developed more and more, she came to realize that she was a girl and learned how to dress up, but her personality had not changed much.
When Chen Fan first kissed her, she had been stunned too. She had wondered why Chen Fan had kissed her—could it be that he liked her? Later, Fukiyose Seiri went to rinse herself off with cold water to calm down. That was why Chen Fan had seen that her hair was still wet.
After rinsing off with cold water, Fukiyose Seiri had calmed down and decided Chen Fan had merely been joking. After all, there were many beautiful girls around him, and so many people pursued him. Even if he had rejected them, that did not mean he liked her. It was even more likely that Chen Fan was toying with her, or had acted on impulse. Yet no matter which it was, Fukiyose Seiri had every reason to get angry at him. That was why she had been so stern with Chen Fan the moment they met.
"All right. I respect your wishes, but