As she slowly opened her eyes, she saw Chen Fan's familiar face and felt the warmth in his hand. Aoba Asagi knew this was no dream—it was real. At last, her tightly wound heart began to ease.
But as her heart relaxed, the terror of being taken away by terrorists finally erupted. Grievance filled her heart, and tears welled up from deep within.
She clenched her fists and repeatedly pounded Chen Fan's chest as she cried out loudly, "You bastard, Chen Fan! You idiot, Chen Fan! Why did you only come to save me now?! Do you know how scared I was?! You jerk! I was captured here because I was buying food for you! It's all your fault! Jerk! Jerk! I was really so scared!"
"Mm...!" Chen Fan sealed Aoba Asagi's lips. She was startled at first, then wrapped her arms around his waist and returned the kiss. She had been terrified, but only by Chen Fan's side, feeling his body heat, could she truly feel safe.
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The two finally separated when Aoba Asagi was nearly out of breath. Her face was flushed, and the grievance and fear from earlier seemed to have been drawn away by Chen Fan.
With a bright red face, Aoba Asagi whispered, "Jerk! You're still taking advantage of me at a time like this!"
Watching Chen Fan kiss Aoba Asagi from the side, Shishihua could not help feeling a little annoyed. That bastard Chen Fan loved using this to shut girls up. It was completely unfair.
"Ahem!" Shishihua gave a light cough to make her presence known.
Hearing the sound, Aoba Asagi jolted, then saw Shishihua standing right beside them. Realizing someone had watched her kiss Chen Fan from such close range, her face turned even redder. Aoba Asagi might