C758 What Kind of Bullsh T Life Was This

Half a cup of tea...

A cup of tea...

Half an incense stick of time...

It was only when someone on the beam was unable to resist the itchy nose that Huang Yinnchen, who had been soaking in the tub all this time, finally made his move.

However, before he could blink his surprised eyes, he saw Huang Yinnchen move, but he had only shifted his body a little from the tub