The red candy slipped into Zheng Qing's mouth, slick like a oiled river stone, slipping right into Zheng Qing's stomach.
Duan Xiao Jian, who was searching for Liu Fei Fei and Nicholas nearby, suddenly turned his head, exposing a sleazy grin.
Zhang Ji Xin blinked his eyes, the worry from his face had vanished completely, only leaving a look of excitement, "How is it? What's the sensation? What's the flavor?"
Zheng Qing said nothing.
A strange sensation began to radiate from his stomach, rushing towards his limbs. The tuft of hair on his head suddenly stood on end and then drooped among his other hair; his hands and feet began to tingle, causing him to jump around and continuously scratch himself.
"Could it be nettle flavor?" Xin Fat Man came over with a plate of cake and seriously scrutinized Zheng Qing who was hopping around, "It looks intense."
His face had turned blue at some point.
Several other boys also gathered around Zheng Qing, pointing with great interest.
