Of course, they weren't looking for ducks in the room; they were grappling.
"Talk, what's 'Puxin'?"
"Eh? Didn't you just seem like you understood, pretending to get it but actually clueless... ow~ I said, I'm saying... it means universal values, unparalleled integrity... ow~ why are you still hitting me?"
"Don't think that just because I don't understand the meaning, I can't tell it's derogatory. Where's your honesty?"
"Damn..."
"And you're cursing!"
"Ow~"
Zhao Changhe felt that after that kiss, he'd fallen into an endless cycle of domestic violence. She was looking for any excuse to hit him, not caring about Puxin or his excuses; she clearly wanted revenge for that kiss.
The worst part was that he didn't get any actual experience from it.
What's the use of stopping the bleeding on the shoulder if there's internal bleeding?
But then again, when someone like Tang Wanju, putting aside her usually calm and collected demeanor, wrestles with you on the bed...
