The scorching sun,
On the quiet square,
Fountain, youth and naked man.
The most shameless poet would not be able to such a wretched poem!
"Senior, what the h*ll is this?" Ye Qingxuan sighed. But the statue was silent and gave no response. It was as if Ye Qingxuan had guessed wrong. "You want to keep pretending?"
Ye Qingxuan looked around. Finding no one, he decisively approached the statue and kicked its crotch harshly.
"Ow!" The statue's face twisted instantly. A trembling voice sounded near Ye Qingxuan’s ears. "Junior, spare me please!"
"Spare your *ss." Ye Qingxuan asked softly, "We looked for so many places and positions last night so why did you end up in this wretched way?"
