She did seem just a tiny bit more pitiful than her.
But this was Lan Ruoyue. Thinking about the life she had led... suddenly, however pitiful she was, it still felt like she had it coming.
Zhou Luming, crouched by the corner of the wall, was shocked too.
Hadn't Lan Ruoyue's face only just healed? How had she gotten stung again? She really knew how to court death.
Listening to Huahua's description, Jiang Shuyue was curious too.
"Huahua, do you think Lan Ruoyue has had so many skin booster injections that she doesn't feel pain anymore, and hornet stings barely do anything to her?"
Jiang Shuyue's question left even Huahua silent for a moment.
It had no idea which was more powerful: skin booster injections or hornets.
"I really want to poke those bumps on her face. That contrast between hard and squishy must feel so unusual. Paired with cries that sound almost pleasurable, but not quite, it must be hilarious!"
More and more people gathered to eavesdrop by the wall, and the Zhou family's children brought Yu Qing along to crouch outside the door too.
Yu Qing had met Lan Ruoyue once. Remembering her soft, fair skin, he thought it would look pretty amusing with a few big lumps on it.
Huahua said, "And you two weren't the only ones making drunken fools of yourselves yesterday. Remember Zhao Qing? His father-in-law came too. His belly is about the size of a watermelon-nearly six pounds, if you convert it."
"Last night, Zhao Qing and his father-in-law both drank too much. With big red flowers on their heads, they painted several faces on their bellies and performed a belly dance. Everyone in the residence saw it, and they even drew a few pictures of them as keepsakes."
"General Zhao's father-in-law is