"Xiao Tian..." Li Zimo looked at Lin Xiaotian with a deep expression, not caring about the slap she had just given him, as if the slap never existed.
He reached out his large hand and gently grasped Lin Xiaotian's hand, asking her with concern, "So your stomach doesn't hurt, that's good. I was so worried I could die. Let me see if your hand hurts from hitting me. You can hit me, but you mustn't get hurt. If you get hurt, I'd be heartbroken..."
Lin Xiaotian was slightly surprised by his reaction. After all, she had really slapped him loudly just now. Her hand indeed hurt, but there was already a clear slap mark on his face, and his face might hurt more.
Yet he didn't care about his face at all, only worried about her stomach and if her hand was in pain.
If this had been in the past when she had always liked him, if he treated her like this, she thought she would definitely be moved to silly smiles for days and be so happy she couldn't sleep.