"Let me tell you, when that old man jumped into the wok of boiling oil, he didn't even grunt. He even said something like, 'Ah, this hot bath feels nice.' I, Yang Lian'Er, have seen my fair share of things, but looking back, all the so-called tough guys I've met before don't hold a candle to how hardcore that old man was."
Yang Lian'Er was marveling at the memory, but Wu Mengchan's face had gone deathly pale as she listened.
Ever since they returned, Yang Lian'Er had been excitedly pulling her aside to recount her adventures, which ended up scaring Wu Mengchan half to death.
The part about the boiling oil, in particular, made her heart pound with fear.
"Sister Lian, please stop. Any more and I'll have nightmares tonight," Wu Mengchan said.
Hearing this, Yang Lian'Er glanced at Wu Mengchan, then gave a mischievous chuckle and leaned in to whisper in her ear.
"If you're really that scared, you can come sleep with me."
