Dead Habits Die Hard
Shen Wuxiao and the others stayed at a distance and did not approach.
First, the smell was truly unbearable.
Second, if they went over, they would definitely be asked to help determine the cause of the illness.
To hell with that.
Better not to go over at all.
In any case, this was not the first time Xiao Yifeng and Ren Xiang had ended up like this.
Ren Xiang was now deeply obsessed with Xiao Yifeng, and Xiao Yifeng was equally obsessed with Ren Xiang.
The two held each other's armpit spears and gently groomed them.
Faced with everyone's accusations and curses, they remained unmoved.
Their eyes held only each other.
Their gazes brimmed with affection, their feelings deep as the sea.
"Feng, I think we should leave something to commemorate today."
"I've heard of Black Friday. How about we pick a commemorative code name—Chapter Seven of the Armpit!"
Xiao Yifeng smiled faintly, lifted Ren Xiang's armpit spear to his nose, and took a deep breath.
Ninety-nine percent pure. A rare treasure~~~!
"I'll follow whatever you say. Even Chapter Eight Hundred Eighty-Seven would be fine."
"Mhm, and for the commemorative song, it'll be the Armpit Song..."
Ren Xiang suddenly raised a hand and pointed at everyone gathered around the scene. After sweeping his gaze over them, he pointed again at the rotten "rabbit tail" behind Xiao Yifeng.
"?: A swarm of bloodthirsty ants, drawn in by rotting flesh..."
"Wuwuwu!!! Xiang, you're amazing!" Xiao Yifeng's face was full of worship.
Ren Xiang gave a wicked smile, looking grand and heroic as he lifted his armpit spear in one hand and brushed it across Xiao Yifeng's face.
Xiao Yifeng wore an expression of pure enjoyment, swaying his head from side to side. It was itchy, fragrant, and naughty