[ He feels his insides are about to rupture. Is it contagious? He wants to collapse to the ground and roll around and laugh straight into next week. With extreme difficulty, testament to his talent both as a soul cultivator and a prankster, he manages to maintain his grave face, even inserting a hint of guilt into his expression.

He rubs the back of his head. ]

Ahhhhh...haha. About that. You caught it from me.

[ He starts waving his hands, as if to absolve himself of all guilt: ]

I didn't want to kiss you, remember? I put you aside. I even warned you there was a catch, but you weren't interested! You croaked at me fiercely. You even...

[ He relinquishes the fan ]

...threw this at me! What was I to do?