But Lord Fusheng was no piece of cotton that they could knead at will; he was the iron plate standing before that cotton.
"Did they hit you just now?" Fusheng ignored the Zerg male who had spoken, turning his head to ask Alvano instead.
"Yes, they did." Alvano lowered his beautiful eyes, a glimmer of amusement flashing beneath his lids as he nodded gently.
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