'So comfy.' This was the first thing Yang Jingshen thought as he slowly came to himself. His body felt like it was nestled in a swath of soft wool– the feeling warm and fluffy. But, this feeling only lasted for a moment as other sensations came rearing up, none of them pleasant to say the least.
His head throbbed like someone took a hammer to it, and his whole body ached as if a truck ran him over– not just once, but at least a few good times. Yang Jingshen's first thought amidst his muddled confusion was, 'did I get run over by a truck kun?'
'...' Is he crazy? The fucking truck is he thinking about?
But, as some more time passed, Yang Jingshen realized other peculiarities. For example, his mouth felt like it was full of cotton. For example, his hands and legs felt so weak and shaky that they also literally felt like they were made of cotton!
'...' The ducking!?
