Just as Zhou Wang was lost in his wild thoughts, a warm sensation hit his chest.
What the hell!
Zhou Wang got goosebumps all over, and just then, someone pressed down on his hand, signaling him not to move.
Zhou Wang could only endure it, and after that strange sensation disappeared, Sun Xining chuckled softly in his ear, "Excuse me, what character did I just write?"
"Damn!"
Zhou Wang finally realized it was that kind of "drawing" method, but at that moment, who the heck could focus on the strokes?
"Sorry, wrong answer, it's not 'damn', it's a 'rice' character. Such an easy question in the first round, and you didn't get it, Zhou, you're such a dummy…"
Easy?
What's easy about it?
Don't believe it? You lie down, I'll draw a 'rice' character on you, see if you can tell!
If you don't scream your head off, it'll be impressive, and you can guess what I'm writing?
