"Sorry, my hand slipped."
Gu Bailu blew on her hand. She forgot that Feng Qingtian was too strong for her to hurt without getting hurt herself first!
That had been a really bad decision.
"Does it hurt?" Feng Qingtian grabbed her hand and said helplessly, "Why did you have to hit me?"
Gu Bailu was bummed. She had slapped him because she was angry, but she didn't realize that she was so weak.
At that moment, she wished that she had spiritual power.
"I said that my hand slipped."
She wouldn't admit that she had gotten hurt after trying to hurt someone else.
Feng Qingtian rubbed Gu Bailu's hand, which had turned red.
The natural backlash from the strike must've hurt her.
"Use a weapon next time you want to hit me, not your hand." Feng Qingtian smeared balm on it.
Half the burning pain in her hand faded the moment he applied the balm.
