SLAP--
Charles hits Left again.
[Ding! Left-Left's fondness for you -1]
Charles closes his eyes.
Takes a deep breath.
Then ...
POP POP POP POP POP POP POP POP POP POP POPPER-
And along with the cerebral crash, which all seemed to be a stump, Charles' ears rang with a large number of system alerts.
Finally, Left-Left opened his mouth with a wow and took a single bite of his right hand, shouting:
"Don't play it! Don't play it! Where's the cotton? Have already said don't wake up, completely don't care about people can't stand can't stand, still keep snapping hard ..."
Charles didn't give her a chance to get out of it, grabbing two of her fingers in a serious manner:
"Left-Left, you're not going to back down, are you?"
Left-Left's fingers immediately gave a jerk, revealing a questioning expression, and said:
