Fu Zhen glanced at him, then suddenly grabbed her wrist: "Ah, it hurts so much!"
After saying that, she seemed unable to bear the pain and hunched over.
Pei Zhan frowned: "What's wrong with you now?"
"General!" Zhang Cheng, who was beside them, slapped his thigh in distress, "Our young lady is a delicate noblewoman! Even if she knows martial arts, she's still soft and tender! She hasn't even held a needle or thread on a regular day, yet every time she sees you—
"Last time, you relentlessly pursued her and chased her until she fainted in the street, and this time you grabbed her without warning—General!
"Look at our young lady, her small frame, how much bigger is she than your leg? I know you soldiers aren't particular about things, but you're really too rough!
"How can you keep bullying her?"
The more Pei Zhan listened, the more unreasonable it sounded, his face darkened: "I merely touched her!"
