"Xiaoli, I have no choice but to trouble you for now. Believe me, you'll be fine," You Yin said slowly.
Jiang Xiaoli's mood was like a roller coaster, going up and down. It was too exhilarating.
She had never been in such a dilemma before.
If she were to become Zhen Xiaoqing's hostage, her life might very well be in danger.
But if she didn't become her hostage, she would be kicked out of the 117 Special Forces.
It was too complicated and tense. Jiang Xiaoli felt like a wild whirlwind was surging in her stomach.
Right after that, there was a loud farting sound.
Jiang Xiaoli was unable to hold it in.
An awkward silence ensued.
Everyone's eyes were on her, only to see a rainbow mist lingering behind her buttocks.
A terrible stench quickly filled the air.
The closest to her, You Yin couldn't help but take a few steps back, distancing himself from her. He also held his breath.
