And that was exactly what he saw—a fresh, brownish-yellow, still-solid-and-liquid mixture floating in the once-clear seawater inside the little red bucket Firefly was carrying!
The thing bobbed up and down on the gently rippling water, and the smell it gave off was identical to what was on Yan Huan's face—if anything, even stronger!
The double assault on his eyes and nose exploded through his mind like thunder!
"Holy fuck!!!" Yan Huan let out a disbelieving, distorted howl. Like he had been struck by high-voltage electricity, he abruptly toppled backward from his crouch and landed on the ground!
His hands and feet flailed wildly without conscious thought, as though he were trying to get away from some source of terror. Bracing himself against the sand with his butt and elbows, he frantically scooted backward in an utterly miserable posture, putting distance between himself and Firefly!
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Firefly was also stunned by this sudden airdrop, the hand holding the bucket frozen in midair.
She looked down at the extra airdrop in the bucket, which was still polluting the clear seawater, then looked back at Yan Huan, who was scrambling away with utter terror and collapse written across his face. Her brain crashed for a second.
"!!!"
By the time Firefly finally realized what this meant—and how Yan Huan would interpret the scene—it was already too late.
Yan Huan's ghost-stricken reaction was the best proof.
"Wait... it's not what you think! Listen to me!"
She anxiously wanted to explain, but her immense embarrassment and urgency left her tongue-tied. She had no idea where to begin and could only instinctively take a step toward Yan Huan's fleeing direction.
"Fuck! Don't come over here, damn it!!" Yan Huan's pupils constricted sharply. Seeing Firefly approach, he was so frightened that his soul nearly left his body.