C32 It Was Not That Simple
"Sorry, it's a bit of a mess," Dalong said, scratching his head.
Nian Qingqing stood there, mouth agape, in disbelief as she watched Dalong use the same hand that had just grabbed a dirty sock to now scratch his greasy, unkempt hair.
"Ugh... ugh..."
"Are you going to throw up?" Dalong quickly reacted, rushing over to the corner to grab a plastic bag, which he handed to Qingqing. "Use this
