Wrong subject, what to do?

"Ouch, ouch!" The primitive man's body twitched in pain when his palms were hit. However, he didn't dare to retract his hands.

He held his tears back and obediently stood in place. Each palm was hit ten times, becoming scarlet red.

The scene reminded the passengers of those old-style tutorial schools in ancient times where the tutor would hit the palms of the young student with a disciplinary ruler if the latter were to commit mistakes.

But if you were to change the tutor into a young man wearing a black windbreaker, and the young student into a tall and big primitive man, the scene would turn out rather comical.

Lu Fei looked at the primitive man with a guilty expression on her face. She didn't know that her laughter would cause so much pain to the primitive man. Had she known earlier, she would have covered her mouth with all her strength, not laughing at all.