Fu Zhen craned her neck to look him up and down: "Beating up a wimp hurt your hand?"
Pei Zhan dragged out his voice: "His bones are soft, but his mouth is tough!"
True that!...
Fu Zhen eyed that hand, then grabbed it: "Let me see, where is it hurt?"
The young man's hand wasn't as delicate as a girl's! It had thin calluses at the base of the thumb, but the fingers were long and well-defined, the nails trimmed neatly, quite a good set of hands!
Fu Zhen rubbed it twice and let go: "Nothing wrong, if it really hurts, just apply some medicine when you get home."
What a load of crap!
Didn't even scratch the surface, not even ten Yang Zhans could make him hurt a hair; could this really hurt his hand?
If she believed that, she'd believe anything.
But Fu Zhen understood! Men, after a fight, of course, want to show off to someone.
Little brat!
Considering she's known him for so long, and he's finally showing a bit of a smile lately, cooperating wasn't a big deal for Fu Zhen.
