“We’re almost done, we’re almost done!” Pinliang started panicking at the thought of Mengyao going to someone else. “Xiaofu, did you not eat breakfast? Pump harder!”
“I did, but I puked it out. No, not puke, I sh*t it out!” Xiaofu explained.
Pinliang’s face darkened, feeling a little awkward. This bastard sure liked bringing up all the embarrassing stuff! Did he forget that he had sh*t too, in his pants, no less? He quickly pushed the topic aside, worried that Yushu would laugh at him again. “Shut up and pump as hard as you can!”
Pinliang started blowing harder as well, making loud sounds as he blew at the charcoal.
“Alright, here goes!!” Xiaofu clenched his jaw and sped up once more. With an audible burst of flame, a wail from Pinliang and the smell of burnt hair followed.
Pinliang’s hair had been burnt and his face blackened. Fortunately for him, that spark of flame had lasted for only an instant. He would’ve lost his face otherwise.
