"Cough, cough cough..."
Lin Yanci covered his mouth and nose with a white silk handkerchief. His violent coughing made his already pale cheeks turn a sickly flush. He turned his head slightly to avoid the spittle of the strong man in front of him, and an almost imperceptible disgust flashed deep in his eyes.
"I said, can you do it, you sick guy? Don't hold us back later!"
The man who spoke was called Wang Meng, and his muscles were so muscular that they almost burst out of the ridiculously tight T-shirt he was wearing. He stared with copper bell-like eyes, making no secret of his contempt and suspicion of Lin Yanci.
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