"Hmph, that hack Xu Daolin was just enough to scratch an itch for me. Even if he didn't die this time, he's only got half a life left. The next time I run into him..."
"I was asking if your face still hurts," Nalan Ziyun said, taking a deep breath. "I... I didn't mean to hit you. Who told you to touch me... to touch me *there*? I swung my hand completely by instinct."
"..." Shen Lang shrugged. "I didn't even feel it. I'm thick-skinned."
Pfft! Nalan Ziyun couldn't help but laugh. "So you finally admit you're thick-skinned."
"Yep," Shen Lang grunted in acknowledgment. He didn't care whether he was thick-skinned or not. 'How could you get by in this world if you weren't?'
Seeing him admit he was thick-skinned so readily, Nalan Ziyun was taken aback.
"Are you running a fever? You agreed so quickly when I called you thick-skinned," Nalan Ziyun asked, looking at him strangely.
