The words of the Firekeeper were infectious and inspiring, but to Fang Zhou's ears, they sounded mystical, like those of a con artist trying to persuade someone.
Fang Zhou glanced at the hand the Firekeeper had placed on his shoulder and extended his own hand to place it on her shoulder: "Could you explain a bit more clearly?"
The scene of them touching each other's shoulders was somewhat comical, and Aya, trying to suppress her laughter, also suspected Fang Zhou of taking advantage of the situation.
Fang Zhou felt wronged, as though he could indeed feel the soft and smooth shoulders of the Firekeeper through the thin fabric, he truly had no intention of taking advantage.
Moreover, wasn't the Firekeeper touching his shoulder too? One couldn't treat things differently.
