"Whatcha thinking, bro!"
A muscular arm swung over boisterously, staggering the distracted Motan.
Following behind and equally distracted, Yizou immediately shuddered, inwardly cursing his own carelessness while glare unhappily at the red-haired orc shouting and hugging 'Elder Hei Fan,' expressing his displeasure, "Mister Fire Yang, the elder's injuries haven't healed yet, please be a bit more careful."
"Ah? Didn't he fully heal already... uh, no, what Yizou lady means is, I get carried away easily when I'm happy, no offense meant."
Halfway through speaking, Fire Yang suddenly realized his mistake, hastily removed his arm from Motan's shoulder with a laugh, then cleared his throat and said seriously, "We've known each other for a long time, Hei Fan always had a frail body, it's common for him to faint or spit blood every other day as a kid, the local doctors... um, pharmacists said his kidneys..."
"He indeed has a tough fate, unfortunate in the people he meets."
