Ward's body stiffened, and his eyes were filled with terror and disbelief.
"I...I...this..."
"Stop freaking blabbering! Stay like this, go! Get rid of that eye-watering stench!"
Aizhi had a grim face outside.
Thinking back to how this blond muscular man was energetically pole dancing just yesterday.
Could he not do it today?
Moreover, those little subconscious buttock-covering movements he made in the kitchen were also very suspicious...
So.
This fool is likely trying to hurt himself to deal with me.
Stuff like "Hell's Gate perianal abscess" must be self-inflicted!
Damn it.
If it weren't self-made, how come there are green and red chili peppers, chicken essence, Sichuan pepper, light and dark soy sauce, and a garlic aroma in there?
Don't want to lose out but still want to freeload my information, huh?
Sorry, I, Aizhi, am as cunning as a monkey, it's definitely impossible for me to lose out!
Facing difficulties head-on has always been Aizhi's style as a tough guy.
