The Dominant Youngster, Song Shuhang

Song Shuhang found himself utterly bewildered.

Even though he was currently in his primordial spirit form that was not as robust as his original physical body, being sent flying by a gentle bump from Su Clan's Sixteen seemed rather unusual.

"Oops, sorry, Shuhang. I can't quite control the power of the dragon horn right now," Su Clan's Sixteen lamented while reaching out to rub the small dragon horn on her head. When she saw Song Shuhang bending over in that flirtatious manner, she had intended to playfully nudge his chest with her head. She had not expected to send him flying.

"Does it hurt?" Su Clan's Sixteen asked with genuine concern.

"It doesn't hurt at all. As long as the damage doesn't reach the level where I'd scream in pain instantly, it's not painful," Song Shuhang reassured her while confidently patting his chest.