Niu Pan'er, a martial arts practitioner, wasn't really hurt by such a swing, especially when Song Ci was just putting on an act. The backscratcher, when it fell, was more like scratching an itch.
Now seeing Song Zhiyu looking so anxious, her heart warmed, and she asked softly, "Are you not mad anymore?"
Song Zhiyu was still thinking about pulling up her sleeve to check. Hearing this, his hand paused, and he let go of the sleeve, giving a heavy snort.
Niu Pan'er tugged on his sleeve, saying, "Don't be mad. It's all my fault, okay?"
"I wouldn't dare. Mother would beat me to death." Song Zhiyu glanced at Song Ci.
Niu Pan'er immediately said, "I'll take the hit for you. I'm thick-skinned and not afraid of being beaten."
Song Zhiyu: "..."
This should have been my line. With you saying it, I don't even know how to respond.
