C162 The Fencing Is Sparse and a Stalk Is Deep

The lights in the phone shop at night were somewhat dim.

Although Chen Mu had spat out the wine, there were still some leftover remnants of it. Controlling his nerves, he felt a little dizzy.

Chen Mu felt the wet, slimy, and somewhat compact feeling beneath his feet.

The compact wall of Liu Nan tightly wrapped around the baton underneath him