Small theater:
After drinking too much at the bar, Wu Ling saw a man with delicate features but an ashen complexion.
Zhou Zhou stood in front of him, just in time to block the dirty hand that was reaching towards Wu Ling.
The hand passed through his abdomen and he retracted as if he was electrocuted.
"MD, what the hell", the salty pig staggered away.
Intention: Love yourself
