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Love from One Kick

Love from One Kick

Diahann Botkin

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I admit that I drank too much; alcohol gave me the courage of a coward. So when I saw someone stealing a phone in the street, I didn't hesitate and kicked out. What I didn't expect was that the person was filming an anti-theft promotional video, and the guy I kicked was actually a police officer. Even more surprising was that after that kick, he fell in love with me at first sight.

Chapter 1 Why Didn't You Fight Back

I admitted I was just drunk enough to have the nerve to do something like that.

So when I saw someone trying to steal a phone on the street, I didn't hesitate to kick him.

It didn't occur to me that they were filming an anti-theft awareness video, and the guy I kicked was actually a police officer.

Even more unexpected was that he claimed it was love at first sight.

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At the time, Jeffrey Pearson, my ex-boyfriend had just cheated on me. He actually accused me of not being gentle enough and unfeminine when we broke up, which was just intolerable.

After I shrugged him off, I went out for fried chicken and fries alone, and drank a bottle of whisky.

The bottle of liquor was of 8.82 ounces, very strong. I drained it all by myself.

Honestly, it wasn't enough to get me drunk, but heartbreak has its way of making you dizzy. In a bad mood and freshly drunk, I started to get light-headed.

This was the background but not the important point. The main event was me, walking down the street after drinking, witnessing someone reaching into another's bag and pulling out a phone.

Without hesitation, I kicked and shouted, "You thief! I'll teach you a lesson!"

Perhaps it was my delicate appearance paired with such boldness, the stark contrast and my righteous shout resonated with the crowd.

Before I knew what was happening, people of all ages joined in, fists raised, charging forward.

Our town wasn't known for being particularly fierce, but people here were straightforward and shared a common disdain for thieves and human traffickers.

About two years ago, there was a rare incident of child abduction on the street. The child's parents shouted, and the three traffickers were beaten by the crowd. If the police hadn't arrived in time, those traffickers might not have survived.

Anyway, by the time the officer arrived to rescue the "thief", he was already bruised and battered.

The officer, while holding back the angry crowd, said, "What are you doing? We're filming an anti-theft awareness video. He's not a thief, he's our colleague!"

I was completely stunned... Sure enough, there was filming equipment set up not far away.

Do police officers work this hard to arise the anti-theft awareness of citizens these days?

The once furious crowd suddenly dispersed, leaving just me, feeling utterly confused in the wind.

After all, leading a mob to beat up a police officer was an experience few have, and I was at a loss on how to handle it. Fortunately, I had a steady mind.

I quickly took out a wet wipe to clean the nosebleed of the guy who had transformed from a thief to a police officer.

It was then I noticed he was about my age, exceptionally tall, with my head barely reaching his shoulder.

Despite his face being a mess, his handsome features were still evident. He cooperatively lowered his head, letting me wipe his nosebleed. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but I felt enveloped by a strong sense of security.

It was no wonder why so many girls found police officers appealing.

Casually, I touched his high nose bridge and remarked, "Luckily, your nose wasn't broken." Otherwise, it would have ruined his handsome look.

The officer's face turned bright red in an instant.

Such a shy and bashful officer! I guessed nobody would not like him. But recalling the earlier scene, I couldn't help but feel a bit worried for him.

"Why didn't you fight back earlier?" I asked.

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