"...Ouch!"
Mahomes had not anticipated, after a happy reunion, that there would be an ambush!
A sharp pain shot through his shin, causing him to grimace, his whole face crinkling up like a steamed bun, as he rounded his eyes to stare at Li Wei:
???
What's going on?
Li Wei was also baffled, caught off guard by Brittany's sudden move, and now seeing the pain on Mahomes's face, he seemed to sympathize.
Then, with a spectator's expression, he looked at Mahomes and cast a sympathetic glance.
Brittany revealed a smile that was more smirk than genuine, grinned at Mahomes, glanced at Li Wei, and finally, her gaze settled back on Mahomes.
"You definitely should be sorry. Let me tell you, this is the last time, or else, next time I'll also keep a picture of a hunk."
Mahomes didn't have time to communicate further with Li Wei, he just stared at Brittany, dumbfounded, "What? Other than Michael B. Jordan, nothing else is allowed."
Brittany, "Heh."