When Lin Chen woke up, his mouth was full of the taste of rust.
The back of the head felt tight, as if it had been hit repeatedly with a blunt object. He subconsciously raised his hand to touch it, and what he touched on his fingertips was not blood, but a thin layer of cold sweat. The surrounding sounds changed from blurry to clear - someone was swearing, the sound of beer bottles clinking, and Ren Xianqi's "Heart Is Too Soft" came from the inferior speakers.
Too soft-hearted.
The song shook him all over.
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It's good-looking [laughing] a little bit brain-burning
It's good-looking [laughing] a little bit brain-burning