"No," Yu Shujun glanced at the other person's spread legs, "bring your legs together."
Wen Nan lowered his head to glance at his own legs, then looked back at Yu Shujun, "I'm afraid that's not very convenient."
Yu Shujun couldn't understand how simply pulling in his legs could be inconvenient, so he reached out with the electric baton in his hand, pressing it against the outside of Wen Nan's thigh, ready to use force to help the other person bring his legs together.
Wen Nan's thighs had gone numb and immobile, suddenly hit by the hard baton—painful yet itchy—he gasped in a breath of cold air, instinctively raised his hand, and grabbed the baton, blurting out, "Hey! Don't move!"
An unintentional remark, yet it acted as a clear command, and instantly triggered the effect of the golden control pattern.
