Friction
Bojing looked feminine and misunderstood as somebody weak. But he held immense strength in his arms and legs. His one punch could rupture somebody's insides and even though he never meant it, he often found himself unable to control his strength - which included hugging somebody or shaking hands like now.
Hou Tengqi calmly pulled his hand back and smiled. "No, no. There is a misunderstanding."
Meng Rin slightly gulped. She could see that he was definitely in pain but hiding it very well. The redness spreading from his palm to his wrist looked almost threatening.
She was in awe.
How did he do that?
Bojing wiped his eyes. "Thank God. I t-thought I broke your hand."
"How can that be possible?"
Mingshen threw in a comment. "People have made the same assumptions only to be proven wrong~"
Hou Tengqi narrowed his eyes. Then he smiled again. "Now that I realize, it's getting hotter here. I think we should leave."