Fatty Wei forced himself to look up despite his fear. The angle the photo had been taken from... was above his head.
"Ah... Aah!!"
"Gurgle, gurgle—"
After a series of indescribable sounds, everything fell silent. Fatty Wei's head was tilted back, his mouth gaping at an angle no ordinary person could understand, his eyes wide open, the corners nearly splitting.
He remained frozen in that position, but the shadow on the wall showed an arm reaching down from above and plunging straight into Fatty Wei's mouth, nearly skewering his entire body.
"Buzz—"
A new message popped up on the phone clenched in Fatty Wei's hand: Sister says she likes the way you smell. Hee hee hee...
"Fuck, where the hell did Fatty Wei go?" Jiang Lei was getting impatient waiting. He slammed his glass onto the table with a bang. He'd only sent him to order some drinks, and there hadn't been a peep from him since. Anyone would think he was dead.
Jia Xudong was swaying his hands to the beat, lost in his own world. Hearing Jiang Lei, he turned around and grinned. "Don't get mad, Lei Ge. You know what Fatty Wei's like. He probably saw a pretty girl and forgot how to move. I'll give him a call." With that, Jia Xudong reached for his phone.
"No need." Jiang Lei stubbed out his cigarette on the table, then took out his own phone and exhaled a plume of smoke with a carefree air. "I'll call him. Damn, go a few days without chewing him out and the little punk gets too big for his boots..."
But before Jiang Lei could find Fatty Wei's number, a hand reached over and covered his phone screen. "Don't call him." Xue Jia smiled considerately. "Maybe he's having a great