Was pee scarier, or were ghosts scarier?
The answer to that question was actually very simple.
First of all, ghosts were even afraid of virgin boy pee, and what was currently gushing all over him was adult pee—stronger than virgin boy pee. So obviously, the pee was scarier.
Also, Qin Jun, you really fucking needed to drink more water!
You wore black pants, so it didn't matter, but my white pants had turned into yellow pants! Baka!!
"Qin Jun, fuck your mother! Stop fucking peeing! When your mother dies, I'll spend 75 Sun to buy a Tombstone Devourer and plant it on her grave, then let it gnaw her tombstone to pieces!!"
"If you pee again, I'll chop your dick off! Qin Jun—! Wah yah yah! Get the fuck up!"
"Why the fuck are you still holding onto me?! Get lost! Let go!"
"Stop peeing, stop peeing, Brother Qin! Brother Jun! I'm begging you, seriously, stop peeing! I'm scared TAT..."
Whether Zhao Nan threatened him or begged him, he got no response. He tried to drag his injured body away, only to find that Qin Jun, that bastard, was actually holding him and refusing to let him leave.
Zhao Nan gradually fell into despair. Utter despair, especially when Qin Jun's warmth slowly seeped onto his skin.
How should he describe it?
It was probably like going skiing with two buddies, sleeping in a shared dorm room, then waking up the next day to find both guys returning from the bathroom after washing their underwear. They grinned lewdly at you and said they had dreamed snow women gave them handjobs last night.
And you had wanted to grin lewdly and tease them too, only to suddenly remember that you had dreamed of skiing last night, and both your hands had nearly