On a bustling street.
Wang Hao was crying loudly while holding Qingqing, his hand naturally resting on Qingqing's rounded bottom.
Passers-by pointed and discussed the two of them continuously.
"Young people nowadays are truly incomprehensible!"
"Who says not, they were fighting to the death just now, and now they're hugging each other."
"Can't they hug when they go home!? Hugging on the street, really the decline of societal morals!"
"Keep your voice down, that woman is the daughter of Qinghe God Emperor."
"Oh dear, it's really her!"
"Isn't Qingqing said to be a good girl!? How is she acting like this now!?"
"Who knows, women have always been capricious!"
"..."
Qingqing's pretty face turned red, and she pushed Wang Hao away.
Wang Hao muttered: "Not even willing to hug for a minute, truly stingy."
"You..."
Qingqing was mad with rage, this bastard really hasn't changed at all, still shameless enough to make one want to slap him dead.
"Move aside, move aside..."
