Seventy: My Strength Increases by 300 Pounds Every Day

This story is purely fictitious. If there is anything inappropriate, please do not take it seriously. Lin Wanxing was woken up abruptly. There was a hard wooden board underneath him, and as his body swayed, it made a tooth-aching groan. The nostrils were filled with complex smells - the smell of sweat, low-quality tobacco, the smell of food that had gone rancid overnight, and a vague smell of urine. Mixed together, they formed the unique and dizzying smell of green leather train cars in the 1970s. What really made it difficult for her to breathe were the two small, hot stoves pressed against her arms. The two little guys were about two years old and looked exactly the same. Their little faces were red and their lips were dry and peeling. The doll on the left was sobbing unconsciously, her little voice had become hoarse, and she could only make breathy sounds of "ho... Ho...", While the one on the right was tightly clutching a piece of clothing on her chest, breathing quickly and quickly, and every breath was filled with ominous heat.