"Ah, this sucks!"
Under the sunset, Fang Qiming leaned against the temple wall with a cigarette in his hand.
His face was pale and his eyes were sunken. His legs were still shaking. The fingers on his left hand that held the cigarette were shaking, too. He had never felt so dejected before.
His butt felt as though it had been ripped apart. The agonizing pain caused his facial muscles to twitch occasionally.
His legs had turned into jelly after spending the entire afternoon on the toilet.
"Ah, this feeling sucks, no, I mean, it hurts!"
Tang Bowen crouched next to him. He dragged his cigarette and spewed a cloud of white smoke.
His eyes were also sunken and his face was also pale.
The cigarette granted him a temporary escape from reality. He felt as though he was floating.
At least that made his butt hurt a little less.
However, if he moved even just a little, his butt would deliver excruciating waves of pain.
