500, Satire, Perfect Retort

He grunted and laughed, "Dude, what's wrong with a touch? It's not like it's going to get anyone pregnant. If touching hands could make people pregnant, everyone in Europe would be having babies."

Shi Yuhuan's voice continued in a leisurely manner, half-joking and half-serious, "I don't know about other people, but when you were sixteen, you told everyone you had merely held a girl's hand, and she ended up getting pregnant."

"Good heavens! No way, Li Qianze! You're too terrifying!" Song Qinghuan exclaimed.

Li Qianze looked extremely awkward. "No, it wasn't like that. It really wasn't."

"It's been so many years, I almost forgot about that incident," Li Chengyun said, his handsome face inscrutable.

It was clear he sided with Shi Yuhuan in this matter.