Yu Yanyu hastily dodged, but how could the strength of one person compare to that of two? Quickly, he was cornered.
"Damn it, I didn't do it on purpose! Was it so wrong that I mentioned my ideal type is you? The first female celebrity that popped into my mind was indeed you; with so many fans adoring you, what's wrong with me, as a fan, liking you too?!"
"My affection for you is nothing more than the pure relationship between a fan and an idol; you've all misunderstood! Dammit, friends don't hit each other in the face; don't hit my face!
My hairdo is getting messed up; my lifelong reputation is about to be ruined by you guys; stop, don't hit anymore…"
Yu Yanyu's feeble whimpers were thoroughly smothered by a pile of cushions, and even though the feel of punches to the face was cushioned, they were still incredibly sour and satisfying.
