He is a tall, rich and handsome man, but he is younger than me. The first time we met, he took over my kiss, and in return, I punched him for the first time.
I left in a hurry, because of that unexpected kiss, my thoughts became a little strange. I unconsciously recalled his kiss and his handsome face.
Somehow, it seemed to be God's arrangement. I met him again and again, and I waved my fist at him again and again.
We often joke: "Hitting is love, scolding is love." I hit him too many times and scolded him too many times. Is this a fate?