"No insiders here, let's bring out some old jokes," Lin Li looked at Zeng Ziang and said, "I'll start: many elderly people have heart attacks or strokes."
Zeng Ziang stood still at first, then covered his face with a sigh. Though he did laugh, it was a helpless one.
He didn't say a word, just turned away and began to distance himself from Lin Li.
Research shows that swim trunks have a significantly negative impact on swimming speed—for otherwise how could one explain Zeng Ziang's swimming being so much slower than when he was skinny-dipping earlier, and now he's being extra cautious, checking his trunks from time to time.
Suddenly, Lin Li's pupils shook with shock!
"Brother Ziang! Danger!!"
"What's wrong?!" Zeng Ziang grabbed the poolside with one hand and clutched his pants with the other, looking back with a mix of caution and dread.
If he was incredibly dense before, Zeng Ziang was now ultra-sensitive.
At the slightest hint of trouble, he would react instinctively.
