Liu Yang's hand paused in mid-air, then he looked at Xiao Li, speechless with a mix of tears and laughter, and said: "Come over here!"
Xiao Li immediately waved his hand: "No, look, even though getting hit twice by you doesn't matter, do I not care about my face? It's broad daylight, if you hit me, and I have five palm prints on my face, I'll be laughed to death by the comrades!"
Liu Yang: ...
Liu Yang saw Xiao Li not moving and became anxious: "Are you coming over or not?"
Xiao Li wanted to say no, but seeing Liu Yang's almost crying expression, he reluctantly walked over, standing in front of Liu Yang.
He sighed: "I'm actually worried about your hand hurting from hitting... Liu Yang, hitting people like this is not right, especially since I'm a man... I will definitely take responsibility for you..."
