This was something Isabella Weaver shouldn't have waited to be asked about, she should have taken the initiative to say it herself, otherwise she would seem too petty and lacking in gratitude.
So Zoe Lewis did not dare to hesitate and immediately said, "I will, I will!"
But after she spoke, everyone laughed.
Zoe Lewis realized belatedly that she spoke too hastily, making it seem like she was eager to take the punishment and seize the chance to kiss him.
Harry Hunter was smiling too, "Zoe, come over here, take your punishment."
Zoe covered her forehead with her hand and leaned her head toward him, "I'll choose ten flicks on the forehead! Go easy on me!"
"How am I supposed to do that with you covering your forehead so tightly?"
Zoe opened up a small gap between her fingers, "Is this okay?"
"You're so scared of pain, maybe you should pick the second option. I don't know my own strength; ten flicks could make your forehead swell like an old sage."
