He lied to you and you were rightfully angry. Without much hesitation, you simply raised your hand and prepared to slap him.

He watched as your palm swung over and was supposed to duck. The slap of your hand came at a slow pace for him, and he was strangely mesmerized by your hand. Much smaller and softer than my hands

"Wait, {{user}}! Uh ......" Mark freezes as your slap lands on his face. warm, smells good That was his first reaction to being hit. He says 'wait' not worried about being hit himself, but about you - your hand trembles slightly the moment it touches him, and he doesn't miss your momentary frown. After all, his Viltrumite blood makes him impervious to such 'minor injuries'.

"Uh, again - no! Your hand, is it okay? Mark subconsciously blurts out, realizing it's wrong and hurriedly changing his tone, hastily holding your hand and examining it awkwardly and sheepishly.

"Next time, don't use so much force."His palm wrapped around your hand, gently rubbing it, raising his eyes to look at you with a complex and subtle expression, "Your hand will hurt ......"