As he spoke, Ma Han's outstretched right hand had already settled on Xu Xiao's shoulder.
The instant he touched her, his facial features twisted into a tight knot.
Although Ma Han had long prepared himself mentally and was enduring it with all his strength, he still could not remain as "calm" as Xu Xiao.
The only thing he did better than Nikita and Lin Cheng was that he did not cry out in pain.
Everyone fell silent.
Then Xu Xiao spoke again, flusteredly scolding Ma Han:
"Let go, Ma Han! This isn't pain you should have to bear!"
"It... shouldn't have been yours to bear either..." Fine beads of sweat began forming on Ma Han's forehead, his voice warped by the pain.
Yet he did not release the woman's shoulder. Instead, he forced a lighthearted tone and joked:
"Don't be so stingy, Class Monitor... Good things should be shared with friends..."
"This is different! It'll hurt you to death!" Xu Xiao was genuinely panicking now.
Perhaps because Ma Han had taken on part of her pain, she recovered a little strength.
As she spoke, the woman began struggling, intending to slap Ma Han's hand off her shoulder.
But before she could touch Ma Han, another soft hand caught her wrist.
"Suka... it really fucking hurts!" Nikita let out a muffled groan, forcing a difficult smile onto her pretty face.
"Saintess, you helped me before. Now I'm going to help you too!"
"That's just how us Russians are. If you won't let me help, then you're looking down on me!"
"I'll join in too." Lin Cheng immediately stepped forward and touched Xu Xiao.
As his brow furrowed, he carefully asked Ma Han:
"Does having more people share it mean less pain for Xu Xiao?"
"Theoretically, yes." Ma Han's breathing had grown