"Forget the insider—give me some old jokes." Lin Li looked at Zeng Zi'ang. "I'll go first: A lot of elderly people have heart attacks or strokes."
Zeng Zi'ang froze at first, then sighed and covered his face. He really was laughing, but it was a helpless sort of laughter.
Without saying a word, he merely changed direction and began moving as far away from Lin Li as possible.
Research had found that swim trunks had a massively negative effect on swimming speed—otherwise, there was no explaining why Zeng Zi'ang was swimming so much slower than when he had been skinny-dipping, while being extremely cautious and checking his trunks every so often.
Suddenly, Lin Li's pupils shook!
"Brother Zi'ang! Danger!!"
"What?!" Zeng Zi'ang abruptly grabbed the poolside with one hand and covered his pants with the other, turning back warily and with lingering fear.
If he had previously possessed an absurdly dull sense of awareness, Zeng Zi'ang now had invincible sensitive skin.
At the slightest disturbance, he would have a stress response.
"The pool water's boiling! I just saw bubbles starting to come up behind you! Run!" Lin Li had already slipped onto shore, pointing behind Zeng Zi'ang with a terrified expression.
Zeng Zi'ang: "..."
Zeng Zi'ang started to speak, stopped, then started again. "Lin Li, has anyone ever told you that you're a little too tactful when you talk?"
Lin Li shook his head. "No. My friends usually say I'm fucking hurtful when I talk, and you said that too when we first met."
"Your friends and I are both quite objective." Zeng Zi'ang smiled.
Fuck, I only farted. Did he really have to remind me like that?
Well, to be precise, it had not been just one. It had been a whole string.
Still, Lin Li's acting was pretty