Damn, it looked like Bai Bufan had played his virgin membrane away himself.
This was bad.
Everyone, think about it. On their wedding night, Bu Fan's wife entered Bai Bufan full of anticipation, only to find that he did not bleed. What if she mistook Bai Bufan for some worn-out pants anyone could wife up? What then?
Terrifying. When that happened, the anti-feudalism propaganda slogan would become—impossible to explain.
No wonder Bai Bufan looked so anxious. This really was an issue that needed to be taken seriously.
As his close friend and brother, after serious consideration, Lin Li offered a possible solution—
"Lin Li: How about this, Bu Fan? Once you get a girlfriend, use your period to fool her."
Perfect!
"Bai Bufan: That isn't the point right now! I feel awful! It's still bleeding! It just keeps bleeding!"
"Bai Bufan: Aaaaaah TAT!!"
"Bai Bufan: Lin Li, do you know the antonym of Happy Elimination?"
"Hahahahahahaha—" Lin Li burst out laughing when he saw the message.
Of course he knew.
—Sorrow Piles Up in Pain.
Just like the antonyms of Bloody Mary and Pure Shen Teng, or Accumulating Virtue and Doing Good Deeds and Conan Commits Murder, they were all abstract mandatory antonym phrases.
They would definitely be on the exam. Pay attention, class.
"Bai Bufan: Save me save me save me—"
"Bai Bufan: Lin Li, when I hurt my finger, holding it in my mouth makes it stop hurting. But I can't reach this wound with my mouth. Can you help me?"
"Lin Li: ?"
"Lin Li: The Yan State Map is too short. Get lost."
"Bai Bufan: Aaaaaah, you cold and heartless bastard!! Then do something already! Make me hurt less, damn it!!!"
"Lin Li: Fine."
"Lin Li: There there there there there there there there there there