"Ha ha..."
Zuo Xiaonian finally could not hold back and laughed aloud.
And just then...
Zuo Xiaoduo's expression suddenly changed. His legs clamped tightly together, his entire body went unnaturally rigid, and his eyes bulged. Both hands pressed hard against the table, while the steamed bun in his mouth puffed his cheeks out like an angry toad's. He had actually stopped chewing.
"What's wrong?"
Wu Yuting jumped at the sight and blurted out the question.
Zuo Xiaoduo's expression was very strange just then. His brows knitted tightly, and he seemed to want to speak, but his mouth was stuffed with steamed bun, leaving him unable to utter a word for quite a while.
"Is... is this... a sudden bout of diarrhea?"
Wu Yuting looked uncertain and alarmed, then said, "Zuo Xiaoduo, I'm telling you, if that's really what it is, hurry to the bathroom... don't disgust everyone at the dinner table."
Zuo Xiaonian grew even more helpless with laughter, almost laughing herself over.
Zuo Xiaoduo held that exceedingly strange pose for a full half minute before finally relaxing a little. With difficulty, he chewed and flattened the bun in his mouth, then forced it down.
Only then did he speak. "What a rotten trick... that blasted thing came on suddenly again, without the slightest warning. How am I supposed to guard against it?"
Those words instantly brought quite a look to both Wu Yuting's and Zuo Xiaonian's faces.
Zuo Xiaonian's face flushed, but she could hardly beat him up at a moment like this. All she could do was roll her eyes at him again and again. "Are you... keeping your True Qi from breaking through the Heaven and Earth Bridge? Stirring up your dantian?"
"Yes... ah..."
That sensation was still washing over him in waves. Zuo Xiaoduo was already