Mr. An Su stared into Luojia's eyes and earnestly said,
"Some people in this world don't even have hand warmers. As the year-end approaches, they still have to obey the orders from above, squatting honestly in dark corners overtime, living in darkness, never experiencing friendship and love, forever peeking into others' beautiful lives. Thus, they have no hand warmers. The only thing they can use for warmth is their own body temperature... solely relying on their body temperature to keep warm."
"But the flame of the soul has been drowned by the autumn rain of life, how can the remaining warmth in their bodies last them through the endless long winters of their lives?"
F*cking An Su, we can't even get enough of killing you once!
The demon scouts wanted to poke their own eyes out, cover their ears, no longer wanting to look at this guy, no longer wanting to hear him speak a word.
