Thud!
A muffled sound.
Xu Qing suspected that Jiang He had practiced Iron head Skill; it hurt his chest when she bumped into him, but she acted as if nothing had happened. Not even a hint of redness appeared on her forehead, she just brushed away the hair on her forehead as if nothing had transpired.
"When I bumped into you like that before, you hurt for several days, didn't you? Now you don't, right?" Jiang He proved her point with action.
"..."
Xu Qing fell silent for a moment, stopped mid-sentence, and could only nod after some thought.
He couldn't very well tell Jiang He that the bump hadn't really hurt him for too many days before; he had just been pretending, hoping that Jiang He would offer to rub it better.
After all, you don't pass up a chance for some attention from a female warrior.
Leaving the female warrior alone at home to read, Xu Qing pocketed his hands and stepped out. The sunshine was bright and warming, not scorching in the slightest.
