"Alright, I admit defeat today." Liu Jiawei realized that begging for mercy was impossible, and instead of that, he might as well lick the shoe clean quickly.
Thus, gritting his teeth, he continued to stretch his tongue towards the shoe surface.
Time ticked by, and finally, he finished with the other shoe and angrily stood up.
"Huo Jing, throw these shoes away and get a new pair," Li Fei said. "These shoes are covered in saliva and too dirty."
"Brother Fei is absolutely right, there's so much saliva they must stink," Huo Jing laughed, "I'll go get you a new pair."
Upon hearing this, Liu Jiawei was so furious he almost spat blood. Damn it, they're actually complaining that my saliva is dirty. This was a huge humiliation for him.
Not long after, Huo Jing came back and helped Li Fei change into a new pair of shoes, throwing the old pair away.
Seeing this, Liu Jiawei's face turned ashen, and he was full of hatred for the two guys.
