The Sand Sculpture Actor Awakens

Before hearing Ban Zhun's words, Rong Qian had always believed in his hearing.

Until now, he had doubts about his abilities for the first time.

Rong Qian looked down at the dumb sea otter who was sitting cross-legged on his bed and grinning silly. The thing in his chest jumped very fast, as if it would jump out of his chest if he didn't control it anymore.

Something really needs to be done to change the status quo.

"Sure... what did you just say?" Rong Qian asked.

Ban Zhun had a strong sense of mission after drinking. Seeing that Rong Qian couldn't hear what he said clearly, he thought it was his ears that had a problem, so he stretched his neck in sympathy, and was about to repeat what he had just said to Rong Qian. if.

However, night has fallen, and Ban Zhun can't see the expression on Rong Qian's face at all, and the lights in the room are not turned on, so he can only squint his eyes hard, and while patting the bed sitting under his buttocks, he looks at Rong Qian. Said: "I said I have a bed, you go to bed, we lie in this quilt together."

Even more explicit than the first time I said it.

Rong Qian's ears felt a little hot. He leaned over and held Ban Zhun's chin, and gently touched the young man's slightly swollen lips. "Zun Zhun, lie down under the quilt, and then what? Then what?"

Now Ban Zhun can be stopped.

yeah, then what?

Ban Zhun made a mistake.

Rong Qian hid the big tail that was constantly shaking behind him, and said in a persuasive manner, "Are you sure you want to do something with me in your computer?"

"computer……"

Ban Zhun muttered slowly, and it took a while before he seemed to suddenly remember something, his neck suddenly stiffened, he looked up in the direction of Rong Qian's voice, and stretched out a finger to poke Rong Qian belly, furious:

"You put my little movie on!"

Rong Qian felt very unacceptable to his indiscriminate use of words, and immediately corrected him: "Delete...it's delete."

Ban Zhun was not interested in his correction, so he slammed his back hard on the bed behind him, covering his eyes sadly, "Those are all my treasures, all my treasures, collections, ah——"

Seeing that he was so sad, Rong Qian hurried to comfort him, and with a rare twitch of his brain, he opened his mouth and said, "Don't cry, we will take pictures by ourselves."

After finishing speaking, Rong Qian froze violently for the whole time.

This is not fun to shoot, what is he talking about.

Unexpectedly, Ban Zhun became interested, stopped his hypocritical crying, and directly circled Rong Qian with his legs.

After pulling him close to him, Ban Zhun put his arms around the boy's neck and asked back with a smile:

"Then would you like to take a picture for me?"

Rong Qian's Adam's apple rolled, "...If you want, I have no objection."

Seeing that the parties agreed with his thoughts, Ban Zhun hurriedly got up from the bed, knelt on the bed, and stretched out his hand to pull Rong Qian's pants.

Rong Qian never dared to imagine that this timid sea otter would be so unrestrained one day. He was so frightened that he pressed his waistband, stepped back again and again, and raised his voice slightly:

"Certainly, please calm down first, let's make things clear first."

Ban Zhun was still kneeling, with his legs slightly apart to maintain balance, but the more he was in this position, the more it seemed that he was showing a bit of temptation that he couldn't hide in the bedroom full of abstinence.

The young man Chaorong looked over with confused eyes, but he still obediently waited for the person in front of him to finish speaking.

Rong Qian wanted Ban Zhun to recognize the current situation, and didn't want to do something reckless to him that he might regret tomorrow.

So he turned away from the obscure eyes that fell on Ban Zhun, and just about to speak, he couldn't help but glanced at the white belly of the sea otter.

"..." Rong Qian sighed with difficulty, closed his eyes, and asked slowly, "Zhun Zhun, do you know who I am?"

Ban Zhun was probably tired from kneeling, and he lay lazily on the pillow, looked up at the direction where Rong Qian was standing, and stretched out his arms to signal the boy to come and hug him:

"Rong Qian, you talk a lot of nonsense."

Rong Qian's movements froze, he licked his lips with a grin, and then directly pulled his short sleeve with one hand, making a gesture to get closer to Ban Zhun, and pulled him into his arms.

However, Ban Zhun suddenly slapped Rong Qian's neck, "What are you doing! Stay away from me!"

The clear voice stunned both of them.

Seeing that Ban Zhun's hand rested on his face and squeezed it curiously, even though Rong Qian knew that he should tolerate the drunk, he still felt aggrieved:

"Sure... so what? Didn't you want me to hug you?"

Although it is inevitable for Rong Qian to drink with his partners more or less when dealing with business affairs, he is rarely drunk.

Or to put it another way, he can even say that he has almost no experience of getting drunk.

Therefore, Rong Qian didn't understand why the mind of a drunk person jumped so fast that he couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the work at all.

Just now he said that he talks a lot of nonsense, now he doesn't babble, but this silly sea otter came to the show again?

"We... let's just..." Ban Zhun's language system became disordered, and after hearing Rong Qian's question, he immediately brought out his own set of rhetoric, "Even if two people are in love, they can't be together." .”

Seeing that he seemed to be dawdling for a while longer, Rong Qian simply sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to grab Ban Zhun's cold wrist, warmed it inch by inch, and waited patiently for the sea otter who could only utter a word for a long time to say something. over.

And acted as a supporter competently: "Oh? Why?"

Seeing that he seemed very interested in his answer, Ban Zhun smiled again, "You are 1."

Rong Qian nodded in satisfaction.

The positioning is very accurate, there is no reason to be so drunk.

Just when Rong Qian agreed with Ban Zhun's knowledge to the point that he couldn't agree more, he heard Ban Zhun continue to say slowly:

"Me too...so..."

Rong Qian's head was full of question marks, and he blurted out in doubt: "What are you too?"

For the second time, he suspected that something was wrong with his hearing.

The drunken young man obviously didn't feel that this was Rong Qian's invisible contempt for him, but he just pretended that he didn't hear it, so he repeated the words completely: "You are 1, I am also 1, two 1s It won't work out."

Rong Qian: "???"

Too lazy to listen to Ban Zhun's meaningless chatter, Rong Qian directly pressed the sea otter's forehead, fixed him firmly on the pillow, clamped the two slender wrists with the other hand, and easily pressed it over the top of his head , and then kissed Ban Zhun's lips involuntarily.

The moment he touched those two warm lips, Rong Qian felt that he could almost successfully diagnose Ban Zhun's skin hunger.

The sensation of touching another person's body temperature made Ban Zhun look extremely excited.

I don't know where the strength came from, but the soft sea otter broke free from the fisherman's shackles, and even hugged the fisherman's neck and turned against him.

Rong Qian hugged the waist of the person in his arms tightly, like some kind of parasite that used him as a source of nutrition, and refused to separate from the tree trunk that provided nutrition at all, but the words he asked were enough to make people feel ashamed and embarrassed:

"Have you ever met Niu Niu and Wen Wen? And Didi?"

Ban Zhun bit him quite hard, and while the boy hissed in a low voice, he said angrily:

"Do you think I'm a bumper car?"

"Quite, do you like me, do you like me to kiss you?"

Rong Qian, who has always been calm and calm on weekdays, suddenly became a little unconfident about this kind of question, always wanting to confirm the answer from the young man over and over again.

Facing his stupid nonsense again and again, Ban Zhun directly raised his leg to kick him to the ground.

Rong Qian got the answer that made him very satisfied. He quickly grabbed Ban Zhun's ankle, smiled and rubbed the top of his hair, letting the static electricity turn the sea otter's dense hair into a soft sea urchin.

Ban Zhun was drunk, but not completely drunk.

The kind that recognizes itself, physically and mentally.

That's okay.

Rong Qian let go of Ban Zhun's wrist, pressed it on Ban Zhun's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Zun Zhun..."

Ban Zhun suddenly seemed to have remembered something important, facing the tenderness of the Qinglang youth, he suddenly raised his head, and bumped into Rong Qian's forehead firmly:

"Rong Qian, do you like Bai Zhi? If you do, I'll send you to him right now, don't force it!"

Rong Qian couldn't bear it anymore, he directly pressed the cold zipper with his slender and strong fingers, and with a little force, he completely split it into two, angrily said:

"No! Why on earth do you think I like him?"

"According to fate's plan, you should like him. I've told your fortunes for both of you. If you're with him...well."

Ban Zhun's slightly noisy voice suddenly disappeared.

He struggled to raise his hand to cover his lips, shrunk his head back tactically, and wanted to get a statement that could convince him.

Ban Zhun raised his head a little hard, his throat was itchy from the strong pull, so that he coughed so uncomfortable that he almost wanted to gag: "cough cough cough... yue..."

Rong Qian hurriedly grabbed the back of his neck, sighed helplessly, put his palms on Ban Zhun's back, and breathed for him one by one.

Ban Zhun turned over and lay down beside the bed, holding the water glass that Rong Qian stretched out his arm to take from the bedside table, took a sip, and finally calmed down the itching in his throat.

He turned his head and twisted his shoulders, trying to shake the hand on his back:

"I'm fine, don't worry about it, I told you just now... um."

The bedroom covered by night is full of strong affection.

Ban Zhun found the answer he wanted in the boy's deep kiss.

But next... will be...

They're going to... is that what?

This is too fast.

As if sensing Ban Zhun's vague fear, Rong Qian caressed the end of his eyebrows, and comforted him with a low smile: "Zhun Zhun, shouldn't you have seen more big scenes than me?"

Ban Zhun couldn't see his face clearly, but he still kept his blushing face away, bit his lip lightly, and cursed embarrassingly: "...Get out of here."

Rong Qian was pushed away by him, and with a chuckle, he lay down on the pillow exuding the faint fragrance of grape buds.

The pitch-black night was as thick as ink, pressing towards the jungle with overwhelming force.

In this boundless wild wasteland, a healthy and beautiful vine grew unexpectedly, climbing a tall and straight tree trunk and winding.

The young lion with its head down looking for a full stomach seems to be injured, and it seems to be pretending to be injured, just to give itself a reason to stop somewhere and rest.

In this dark night, the lonely vine lost its weak vision ability. It looked up, but couldn't see the source of the nearby rustling sound.

The very hungry young lion approached with a low growl.

In this unfettered night, it became more and more hungry and unscrupulous, frantically gnawing on the slender tree trunks in the lonely wilderness, resting its thick and powerful claws on the slightly swaying branches, and swallowing Ripe fruit on the tip of the vine, the sweet juice flowing into the empty stomach of the lion.

The vines shook, as if they could no longer bear the brute force of the beast, and were finally torn from the tree by the young lion who was full.

However, the young lion did not play with the messy bunch of vines like other cats, and then scratched it open with one claw.

Instead, it circled the weak vines with rather rough pads, and flexibly poked forward with its big furry head.

Caught in the trap of vines.

When Ban Zhun was almost too sleepy to open his eyes at the end, he did not forget to pull Rong Qian's face and exhorted unwillingly:

"Small, little bastard, you are the one who started it today...five times, I will give you...Remember, liquidated damages...give it to me tomorrow, do you hear me?"

Rong Qian smiled and rubbed the young man's soft hair that was covered under his palm, and responded without hesitation: "Okay, I will give it to you tomorrow, and I will never default on it."

—

The sky is bright.

The black mobile phone was thrown upside down on the carpet, buzzing and vibrating many times, but it still failed to attract the attention of the young man who collapsed into a "big" shape on the bed.

A house with the same price and beautiful scenery naturally has good heating, and Ban Zhun sleeps soundly on the bed with a thin quilt draped over his stomach.

There was the sound of splashing water in the bathroom of the master bedroom.

For humans, this sound is almost as sensitive as it is carved into the DNA.

Ban Zhun opened his eyes suddenly, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Isn't this the fucking master bedroom?

Ban Zhun managed to regain a little bit of memory while still in shock, then rubbed his eyes and sat up from the bed.

He silently sensed the normal conditions of various parts of his body.

Mouth, check.

Wrist, check.

Shoulder, check.

Abs, check.

Legs... che, damn it, I can't check.

Ban Zhun was lost in thought as he stared at the large group of red marks that were almost torn apart.

He knew that he was not drunk to the point of complete loss of consciousness last night, so he also understood what happened last night.

Rong Qian likes him, he said it himself, not the kind who is lying.

Ban Zhun couldn't help bending his slightly swollen lips, and hugged the quilt a little embarrassedly and got into the bed again, giving himself some time to recall the beautiful moments.

The equipment and small toys that Zhen Bujia had brought before were all taken away by Zhen Bujia in his rage.

But it wasn't until last night that Ban Zhun realized how stupid his order was and how short-sighted he was.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped quietly, and Rong Qian walked out of it wrapped in a towel.

From the bathroom door to the ground beside the bed, there are soft and comfortable long-haired carpets, and there is no obvious sound when you step on them.

Seeing that the little sea otter who was sleeping with his back facing the direction of the bathroom had already woken up, Rong Qian stopped walking cautiously and asked the young man who was facing the sunlight out of the window and admiring the crimson hickey on his arm with a smile:

"Awake?"

The sea otter paused, imitating humans, and crawled under the pillow, pretending to be asleep.

Faced with such a cute creature, Rong Qian couldn't hold back his smile, walked over to sit by the bed, dug the soft sea otter out of the quilt, and pressed it on his lap:

"I'm asking you something, what are you hiding from?"

"Why don't you put it here? I'm already sitting up, and you're still asking nonsense."

Ban Zhun refuted his logic before he could forcefully turn his face towards him, and at the same time hurriedly combed the messy hair on his head with his hands, wanting to give his newly established lover a look. The perfect mental outlook.

Unexpectedly, his hair was too soft, and the more he fiddled with it in the dry room, the more static electricity was generated. When Rong Qian held the back of his neck and looked at his face, Ban Zhun's head had changed from a sparse and thorny child The sea urchin has turned into a dense and hard adult sea urchin with teeth and claws.

Rong Qian was overjoyed by Ban Zhun's appearance, so he endured it again and again, and leaned up to kiss him fiercely, looking at Ban Zhun's beautiful red eyes with satisfaction.

Ban Zhun rubbed his wrists, let Rong Qian kiss his face like a woodpecker, yawned lazily, frowned and pressed his aching abdomen, and asked:

"what time is it?"

Fortunately, Rong Qian didn't make it to the end last night out of kindness, otherwise he would definitely not be able to do the most common pretending to be hilarious today.

The mobile phone that merged with the black pattern on the carpet vibrated again. Rong Qian stood up and walked over. Just as he bent down to pick up the mobile phone, he heard a burst of angry scolding from the living room:

"Little calf, come out for me!"

Rong Qian hurriedly looked at the caller on the phone screen, and looked at the same messy young man in a panic, then turned the phone screen to Ban Zhun with a sea urchin head on it:

"Mom, Mom is here."

Although Ban Zhun felt that he really shouldn't laugh at this moment, Rong Qian's expression of guilty conscience while holding the phone was really ridiculous.

I'm afraid he is the only one in this world who can yell "Wolf is coming" when he receives a call from his mother-in-law calling "Mom is here".

Wait, mother-in-law?

No, it's the mother-in-law.

Ban Zhun frowned, feeling very regretful for his spinelessness.

Zhuo Meimei's voice outside gradually approached the direction of the master bedroom, "Jasper? Are you at home? Mom is here."

Although he knew that Zhuo Meimei would not rush to open the door, Ban Zhun still couldn't care less about checking the bruises on his body and between his legs. He hurriedly put on the quilt and jumped to the ground to grab his clothes, talking non-stop. Muttering "It's over, it's over."

Noticing that Rong Qian was still standing there motionless, Ban Zhun hurriedly patted him on the back hard, so strong that Rong Qian took a step forward according to inertia before he stood still.

Stressful situations are always throwing people back.

Ban Zhun was no exception. After withdrawing the slap that landed on Rong Qian, he grabbed his trousers as if to put them on, and said without looking back:

"What else are you thinking about? Go hide! Go, go, hide in the cloakroom, don't come out until I call you!"

Rong Qian's face suddenly became a little ugly.

Ban Zhun's words...it seems that he is...very shameful?

Mr. Ban Yingjun forced his numb legs to face his busy figure, Rong Qian couldn't help substituting himself into the role of Rong Hongxing.

After being in a trance for a while, Rong Qian's voice became a little colder: "Zhu Zhu..."

Ban Zhun's trousers had just been put on one leg, when he heard this, he turned to look at him: "Huh?"

The anxiety in the eyes is self-evident.

Worried that he would fall, Rong Qian came over to hold Ban Zhun's arm, and winked pitifully at Mr. Ban Yingjun: "We are legal."

"That's right!" Ban Zhun clenched his fist with his right hand and slammed it on the palm of his left hand. The expression on his face became much more relieved. "Hey, I forgot. I just remembered that I was going to divorce you a few days ago."

Rong Qian didn't like to hear his words. Before he could respond to Meimei Zhuo outside the door, he held Ban Zhun's shoulders, pushed him against the door panel with his back turned, and kissed him with his head bowed.

Ban Zhun held his breath for an instant, not daring to make a sound.

There is only one door between his mother and the two of them, Rong Qian is really... too bold.

Rong Qian pushed Ban Zhun with a lot of strength, and the inertia made the back of Ban Zhun uncontrollably knock on the door panel behind him, with a "bang".

Zhuo Meimei's voice came close to the door: "Eh? Jasper, what's that sound?"

Ban Zhun bit Rong Qian angrily, and answered Ms. Zhuo Meimei in his heart.

It's your son's bright head.

When Rong Qian just closed his eyes, Ban Zhun quickly let go of his lips, holding back his evil intentions in different ways to prevent Ban Zhun from succeeding.

"you!"

Ban Zhun was about to scold him, but found that Rong Qian had already turned the doorknob, and the expression facing the door was also smiling:

"Mom, brother Zhun was lying in bed just now, so I pulled him up."

Everywhere shows his hard work, steadfastness and virtuousness.

Ban Zhun twisted Rong Qian's back forcefully by taking advantage of the angle that Zhuo Meimei couldn't see.

The muscles on the boy's back stiffened, and he pinched his wrist in the palm of his backhand, pulled Ban Zhun's fingertips, and sat on the sofa with Zhuo Meimei.

Seeing Ban Zhun coming out of the master bedroom following Rong Qian, sister Zhuo, who was about to show affection and reason, was suddenly at a loss for words.

Didn't they say they were getting divorced? How could they walk out of the same bedroom in an amicable manner?

And on his Zhunzhun's neck...that's...

Tut tut.this young man.

Zhuo Meimei's fondness for Rong Qian made her feel that Jasper's snitching behavior was not enough evidence to make her feel that he loves to sue, but she thought it was a sufficient condition for the two children to get along well.

Rong Qian tugged Ban Zhun's wrinkled trouser legs, then got up and walked to the kitchen, "Mom, what would you like to drink?"

Zhuo Meimei saw that the conflict between the two children had disappeared, so naturally she would not delay their good deeds here, she quickly stood up from the sofa: "Mom doesn't drink anything, just drop by to have a look, you keep busy, Mom will go first gone."

Ban Zhun made a big dumbfounded move.

By the way...is there such a smooth way?

From Hawaii to the west of Jinghai City, and then back to the east of the city?

Zhuo Meimei put down the meal that Uncle Zhao brought her at home to the two children, supervised them to finish eating, and then found a reason to go home to feed the pigs and left.

After seeing off his mother-in-law at the door, Rong Qian took advantage of the tightness of the corner and trapped Ban Zhun between his two arms. As soon as he leaned over to kiss Ban Zhun, he was pressed on the shoulder by the young man, his face pale. Shaking his head palely, he pursed his lips and said:

"No... wait a minute... Rong Qian."

Rong Qian licked his lips, Quan Dangzhun was frightened by what happened last night, and needed time to slow down, so he patiently lowered his eyes to appreciate the most beautiful trophy he had ever obtained,

But looking at it, Rong Qian suddenly found that Ban Zhun's face seemed to be getting paler and paler, even quite different from his usual state.

Rong Qian hurriedly grabbed Ban Zhun's shoulder, and asked nervously, "Zun Zhun, what's the matter? Are you uncomfortable?"

Ban Zhun shook his head, covered his stomach that didn't relieve the pain at all, and said uncomfortably: "It should be that I was a little fast when I ate just now, and now I'm a little bit out of breath..."

He was originally a face-saving person, but now that he has completely opened up his heart with Rong Qian, the two have met each other honestly, and naturally want to keep the best impression of himself in each other's heart.

Ban Zhun really didn't want Rong Qian to see him in a mess, even more so than before.

"I'll just go back and lie down for a while, you cleaned the dishes..."

Ban Zhun supported the wall and wanted to walk back to the bedroom with his own strength, but he heard Rong Qian muttering "Where are we going..." with some resentment, and then he was directly hugged in his arms.

Lying on Rong Qian's shoulder, Ban Zhun realized that he just followed his habit and walked towards the guest bedroom, so he scratched his earlobe and raised his hand to press his neckline:

"...you have eaten my IQ."

Just as Rong Qian was about to tease him with a smile, he heard Ban Zhun frowning and covering his lower right abdomen, hissing in pain.

After spending so long together, Rong Qian is completely familiar with Ban Zhun's physique.

If it hadn't reached the point where he couldn't bear it, a face-conscious person like Ban Zhun would never show any pain.

Rong Qian didn't put him down, and went directly into the cloakroom, pulled off two thick long coats and put them on Ban Zhun's body, before putting on his own.

Worried that Ban Zhun would resist, Rong Qian explained to him in a gentle voice while putting on his shoes.

"Go to the hospital, it may be acute appendicitis."

But Ban Zhun had no strength to struggle with him anymore, even the color of his lips became much paler.

"It's nothing serious, don't tell my mom and them."

Rong Qian nodded, and wiped the sweat off Ban Zhun's forehead, "Yes, I know, Zhun Zhun, don't move around."

When I went to the hospital, I found it was acute appendicitis.

Although he knew it was a minor operation, Rong Qian still paced back and forth at the door of the operating room, fidgeting.

Unexpectedly, after Ban Zhun was pushed out of the operating room, he was as relaxed as if he had received an IV, as if he could stand up from the bed on the spot.

After lying down for several hours, it was almost midnight, when Ban Zhun was allowed by the doctor to take off all the instruments on his body, the nurse walked into his ward with a smile:

"Mr. Rong, from now on, you need to supervise Mr. Ban to walk in the corridor. After exhausting, you can drink water normally."

Rong Qian held down the agitated sea otter, smiled and replied to the nurse, "Okay, I'll go find you when he farts."

"It's funny, fart?" Ban Zhun had just finished the operation, his face was a little pale, but the temper of saving face has almost been carved into his bones, so that even in this haggard state, he can swear to the death to defend himself. The habit of not farting, "How could I possibly fart that kind of thing..."

Rong Qian didn't say a word, just held back his smile and helped Ban Zhun, who was hunched over his shoulders, move in small steps in the corridor.

"Slow down, don't be in a hurry, let's let it go slowly."

Rong Qian always reminded Ban Zhun of things that he didn't want to hear, and his usually extremely sensitive emotions seemed to have lost his mind in front of Ban Zhun at this time.

Ban Zhun was furious: "I'm telling you, Rong, don't go too far, how many times do I have to say it before you believe it, I, Ban Zhun, have never farted in my life!"

"Poor-"

There was an extremely slight and short breathing sound faintly in the silent corridor.

Ban Zhun's fingers hanging between Rong Qian's arms suddenly froze, and his slow pace of walking forward also stopped in place: "..."

The corner of Rong Qian's lips hooked slightly: "Yo."

Ban Zhun didn't care about the fact that he had just come out of anesthesia and was still a little unsteady on his feet, so he directly pulled out his hands and pressed his hands to his ears, pretending that he didn't hear it.

Seeing him like this, Rong Qian's evil thoughts would rush to his brain in an instant, and he couldn't help but want to tease him, look at the shy image of the silly sea otter.

"Ouch, we're sure to be awesome, it's only been a while, and the farts are out."

Like delivering a criminal's final closing statement, Rong Qian made a concise statement that hit Ban Zhun's heart directly, then cupped Ban Zhun's cheek with both hands, and kissed his lips forcefully.

With a "boo", Ban Zhun leaned back slightly after being kissed, and when he raised his hand to give Rong Qian a hug, the young man easily pinched his wrist, then rubbed it whole, put it on his lips and kissed again relative:

"We must be really strong, really powerful."

Ban Zhun could only stare angrily at the satisfied boy, "You! I didn't fart! Come back...uh..."

The wound hurt a little, so Ban Zhun could only stand there and glared at Rong Qian's back as proud as a little rooster:

"I want to tell the whole ward that we must be the first to fart among these appendicitis patients~"

Ban Zhun: "..."

He would rather not have this kind of compliment.

The author has something to say:

Ban Boss: I really never fart, who can believe me, I will give him 500 million, it’s a ball, you must believe me

Mrs. Ben: My wife is farting rainbow farts. How can rainbow farts be considered farts?

Little Donkey: Tsk tsk tsk, the world is going downhill (point and point.JPG)

Mrs. Ban punches: Huh?

Little Donkey: Farewell

[Baby, I'm a bit sad, woo woo, I was reported for pink eye disease, I'm so heartbroken, it's so uncomfortable, my eyes didn't go to the hospital because of being reported as troublesome, it's really annoying, I hate pink eye disease, alas ...But it doesn't matter, tomorrow will be another, one, one (?) little donkey alive and kicking! muamuamua!I want Modo Modo's comments, hee hee]