C212 If You Don't Have a Watermelon at Least Get a Bag of Corn

"Heaving..."

"Heaving..."

"Heaving..."

Xue Jiping struggled for breath after three heavy gasps. His body was battered, not a single part unscathed. His breathing was labored and tense, the pallor of his face starkly evident.

"You... Your heart is so cruel!"

Half-kneeling on the ground, Xue Jiping glared at Tung Xiaoxiao with nothing but venom in his eyes