But the armor's hardness was rock-solid, too.
"Ow!"
March 7th clutched her hand, her whole body trembling.
"Ahem, uh, for the record, I didn't tell you to hit it. Who punches someone before they've even taken off their armor?"
Seeing March 7th in so much pain that tears had sprung to her eyes, Mo Wang couldn't help shaking his head.
How should he put it? He couldn't shake the feeling that if March 7th became the official girlfriend, Sparkle and the others really might toy with her to death.
Just as Mo Wang was calculating how to ease this inexplicably tense atmosphere, hurried footsteps came from the entrance nearby.
Firefly ran over, panting, her cheeks flushed from the run, and her gaze instantly locked onto the familiar armor on Mo Wang.
"Mo Wang!" She puffed out her cheeks, her voice carrying urgency and a hint of reproach. "Hurry up and give me my armor back!"
Caught red-handed by its rightful owner, Mo Wang coughed awkwardly a couple of times. As he began disconnecting the armor, he tried to muddle through. "Ahem, wasn't this an emergency? I just borrowed it for a bit. Don't be so stingy. Look, it's perfectly intact, not even an extra scratch."
Firefly stared at him as he removed the silver-white armor pieces one by one. Only when Mo Wang had returned to his usual outfit did she let out a breath of relief. She reached out and activated some kind of technology, turning the armor into flowing light and recalling it.
She folded her arms, her cheeks still puffed out. "This isn't a toy! It's... very important equipment!" She seemed to want to emphasize something, but in the end she didn't go into detail, merely glaring at Mo Wang again.
"Fine, fine. Next time I borrow