The farce didn't last long, as the Lantern Festival had already commenced. Yuan Tong, too busy to waste time arguing with the equivalent of a large hornet, took her sister to enjoy the festival.
"It's too much. Are all women nowadays so unreasonable?" Gu Chengfeng rubbed his squashed stomach while touching his face.
Yuan Tong was a young girl with no martial arts skills. The slap he received wasn't particularly strong, but it was terribly humiliating for Gu Chengfeng.
What was truly sore was his midsection. Can men stand getting crushed there?
Will he still be OK later?
"I suspect it's bruised," mumbled Gu Chengfeng drearily.
Gu Changqing glanced at him casually and asked, "How old are you?"
"Eighteen...nineteen, why?"
He and Xiao Liulang were the same age, born in different months. He was in his eighteenth year, but would soon be nineteen.
However, Gu Changqing didn't answer. He merely offered a look and left Chengfeng to his thoughts.