Mo Shiche's handsome face was extremely close to hers, and when she slapped him directly across the face, you could immediately see the imprint of her five fingers. He took the blow without avoiding it, still maintaining his position close to her, "Yeah, I'm not human, you can curse me or hit me all you want, but you can't neglect your body."
Luo Qiangwei stared into his eyes, which were tender despite the close proximity, feeling somewhat dazed but mostly filled with ridicule. She laughed softly, "I tell you, you men, to enjoy the blessings of everyone, are really willing to endure anything—are you saying if I beat you to a cripple today, you would still present this loyal dog demeanor?"
"You won't cripple me," he said with a low laugh, his lips lifting in a smile, "You wouldn't bear to, so let's not make a fuss, okay?"
