"Soma, what are you doing?".
Soma ignored that oblivious question as he kept dragging Xiao Lian from the two seniors. After feeling that they were far enough, Soma turned his back and watched Xiao Lian's expression, which still contained a bit of fury, for her gaze was sharpened, unlike usual.
He sighed, then extended his index and thumb fingers and pinched her left cheek, which was smooth and soft to the touch. Soma stretched her cheek, making Xiao Lian's brows knit in pain. He felt slight guilt for doing that, but this is important. Soma retracted his fingers and faced her at a close distance.
"Ouwch, dat huts".
"Why did you decide to fight them? And without thinking it through?".
