Chen Xiao finished stripping the segment of the spine, and then, with great excitement, brought it close to his face.
At this moment, an absurd thought inexplicably crossed the group leader's mind.
"Fuck... he's not going to eat it, is he?"
But thankfully, Chen Xiao just brought his thumb, index, and middle finger together, rubbed them in front of his eyes, and, finding the sticky liquid smeared on his fingertips amusing, he smiled.
"Phew..." the uncle exhaled deeply, "I thought he was going to lick it for a second." He muttered feebly, trying to calm his emotions.
However, no sooner had he spoken than Chen Xiao "hey presto" sucked that wet finger into his mouth.
"Fuck..." the uncle's heart, which had just calmed down, "thump" leaped to his throat.
"I mean, can't you just do it all at once? Shouldn't there be a rhythm to scaring people?" he screamed hysterically, his face a picture of grievance, feeling like the next second he might indeed start crying.
