"Fuck!" The male player with thin stature and buzz cut on the sides of his dyed hair couldn't hold back a curse as he swept the water bottles off the table, his eyes red in agitation. "I almost fell for that fucking faker's trick!"
Qiuqiu gasped and leaned against the wall, clutching her chest in fright. "T–Thank you…" she conveyed her gratitude to the male bespectacled player who had stopped her earlier. If not for him, she would have broken the rule for sure! Who knew what would happen to her afterward?
While the other players were cursing Momoko, Jin Jiuchi paid them no heed and focused on the pale and sick jade doll in his arms. "Nian'er, are you okay?" He gently rubbed Shen Nianzu's back in a comforting gesture. "Are you feeling sick? Do you want to vomit?"
"Don't talk," Shen Nianzu spoke through gritted teeth. "Just… just give me a moment."
