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"Ouuchhh .." 

Christian moans of pain sounded quite loud when Zwetta threw a punch at the man's solar plexus just as Christian stood in front of her as he was about to help Zwetta get out of the car. 

Zwetta folded her arms across her chest. "Feel it, that punch should have landed on your body since we were in Paris!"

Christian lifts his head up, towards Zwetta who is also looking at him. For a few seconds Christian does not say, he prefers to neutralize the pain that is so suffocating in his stomach. 

After three minutes had passed, Christian was finally able to stand back up. Even though he just received a painful blow, Christian doesn't look angry. He looked so calm, as if nothing had happened. 

"Still want to vent more emotions?" Christian asks quietly. "Please hit again if that calms you down."

Zwetta rolled her eyes. embarrassed. "Damn you weirdo!"