"Lie down first." Lei Dao Dana pointed at the recliner beside the labor pain simulator and spoke to Lin Li.
Lin Li lay down.
The chair, the lighting—somehow, it all gave him the feeling he was about to have a tooth pulled. It made Lin Li's teeth ache, and he even started hallucinating the sound of a tiny electric drill.
Please, wisdom tooth, stop growing already. Lin Li never wanted to experience the misery of getting a wisdom tooth pulled again.
"Lift your shirt and expose your stomach." Lei Dao Dana had already sat down beside him, wheeling his chair closer to Lin Li.
Lin Li obediently did as told.
Zhou Baowei looked at Lin Li's abs and felt sick to his stomach.
This was not Lin Li at all.
Lei Dao Dana slowly pressed four machine-linked output pads onto Lin Li's stomach. At the same time, he kindly said, "Young man, think of a safeword now. Let me confirm it with you."
Lin Li: "?"
A safeword? Was this senior of the Thunder Control Method playing SM by himself? A safeword?
Seeming to notice Lin Li's confusion, Lei Dao Dana explained, "Because many people instinctively start saying they want to stop when they encounter pain. With a safeword, I can be sure whether you really intend to quit."
"Alright." Lin Li nodded.
"It's best not to make it too long, because I'm afraid you won't be able to say the whole thing when the time comes," Lei Dao Dana added.
That was sincere advice, at least.
But Lin Li's goal was to endure the trial heroically. There was no way he would say the safeword.
"Then the safeword will be 'QQ Meimei Good-to-Drink Meipu Tea,'" Lin Li said.
"You're sure it's QQ Meimei..." Lei Dao Dana stopped halfway through.