After Dongfang Yinyin reached out to steady Pei Shao, Pei Shao suddenly heard a faint ripping sound, as if some fabric had been torn apart by hand. But he had no time to care about that now.
Under Dongfang Yinyin's mildly concerned questioning, Pei Shao barely opened his eyes and said, "I'm fine!" Then he gave a bitter smile. "I deserved that!" Pei Shao had only said it casually, but upon hearing this, Dongfang Yinyin assumed he had deliberately taken that kick to make up for that earlier "squeeze."
Seeing the pained expression on his face, Dongfang Yinyin knew that kick had landed with incredible force. Pei Shao had not put up any defense at all. She thought he had deliberately chosen not to defend himself, and the resentment in her heart unconsciously eased considerably. What she did not know was that it was not that Pei Shao had refused to defend himself—it was simply that Dongfang Yinyin was too fast. Someone like Pei Shao, who knew no martial arts, could not defend against her at all.
Although Pei Shao had taken a kick, he truly could not get angry at Dongfang Yinyin after having just "molested" her. He could only resign himself to his bad luck. Besides, getting angry with a girl over something like this would make him seem completely lacking in gentlemanly grace, wouldn't it?
Then, though his body hurt quite badly, Pei Shao still put on a nonchalant expression and said lightly, "I'm really fine. I just wanted to see how powerful your kick actually was!"
At the same time, Pei Shao sighed inwardly. Don't let me get so lucky as to grab a girl's chest again next time. Looks like there really is karma.
"Y-your nose is bleeding too? Wipe the blood off first!" Dongfang