"He's almost here!"
"It's all poured in. Go, go, go..."
"All right, let's watch from the side!"
With that, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo flickered away, silently concealing themselves in the shadows.
Their gazes remained sharp as hawks, fixed on every move Tang San made as he entered his dormitory.
"What rotten luck. Has that woman gone mad missing her son?"
He spoke in disgust, but his feet dared not slacken in the slightest as he hurried inside.
After all, if he ran too slowly and Chen Jue spotted him, he would be in trouble...
His gaze swept over the cup of warm water waiting on the table. Without a moment's hesitation, he drained it.
"Why's this water a little sweet... It actually tastes pretty good!"
With that, he picked up his clothes and prepared to take a bath.
Yet in that fleeting moment, an indescribable chill quietly spread between his legs.
It was like morning dew brushing newly opened petals, yet carried a faint, ominous warning.
"Why does it feel like I'm missing a couple ounces of flesh?"
He muttered to himself, his hands unconsciously moving a little faster.
His clothes fell away one piece at a time, until the last covering came off.
In an instant, his gaze froze on that empty patch, his pupils contracting sharply as though even the air had frozen.
"Where's my little brother?!!!!"
"Gone..."
"I've become a little femboy?"
The sudden change struck like thunder from a clear sky, collapsing his world in an instant.
Having spoken, he could no longer withstand the tremendous shock.
His body swayed, his vision went black, and he crumpled helplessly to the floor like a kite with its string cut.
Outside the window, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo remained hidden in the shadows, witnessing everything.
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