The smoke from the extinguished match entered his throat, making him cough violently.
Wen Qiao: "....."
So this is karma for the wicked.
She leaned leisurely against the table and watched Qi Ming, who was bent over coughing, "You know, my mom always taught not to laugh at others, and now, I’m passing that advice to you."
Qi Ming glared at her while continuing to cough.
After a while, when he finally caught his breath, he straightened up reluctantly and repeated, "You just can’t strike a match."
Wen Qiao shot back, "What does my ability to strike a match have to do with you?"
To prevent Qi Ming from talking nonsense, Wen Qiao quickly added, "Light another one quickly, unless you actually want to spend the night here?"
Qi Ming pursed his lips and touched the matchbox.
?
He looked down into the matchbox.
It was completely empty, nothing left.
"......"
"What are you dawdling for, hurry up."
Hearing Wen Qiao’s urging, Qi Ming swallowed and the first thought that popped into his mind was—
Whether he would still be alive to leave this room if Wen Qiao found out there were no matches.
Seeing that Qi Ming hadn’t responded for a while, Wen Qiao, growing impatient, stepped forward to grab the matchbox herself, but paused in surprise upon seeing it empty in Qi Ming’s hand.
"......"
After a deathly silence, Wen Qiao looked up expressionlessly to et Qi Ming’s sowhat embarrassed and uneasy gaze.
"So, there was only one match in this box, and you just inhaled it?"
Qi Ming said seriously, "It wasn’t intentional."
In contrast to the silence in the small room, the live broadcast room was filled with joyful comnts—
[Hahaha, I’ve heard of inhaling water, but this is the first ti I’ve seen soone inhale fire.]
[Qi Ming: It wasn’t intentional, it was on purpose.]
[Wen Qiao’s cold face: Do you think I believe you?]
[Two people looking at each other, one cold and the other panicking haha.]
[I really believe now that this show has no script.]
Wen Qiao sneered, folding her arms as she looked at Qi Ming, "You have two choices, either spit out the fire you just inhaled, or turn yourself into a match and light up."
Qi Ming, still serious, "I think there is a third option."
Wen Qiao gave another cold laugh, "Like what."
"Like... like..." Qi Ming stamred, turning his head searching for sothing in the room that could help him, but when he realized there was nothing, he closed his eyes, struggling desperately, "How do you know for sure that the paper has a clue? What if it’s just a decoration."
Wen Qiao clenched her fists, using all her strength to restrain herself from punching his face, "Open your damn eyes and look carefully, is there any trash in this room? Use your pig brain, if there’s no clue on this paper, why would it be on the table, why does it sll like vinegar, is it left here for you to wipe your ass and then marinate it?"
[Giggling, getting marinated hahaha.]
[LOL, Wen Qiao’s mouth is really sothing.]
[Qi Ming is really both cowardly and restless.]
[Wen Qiao: Does the production team have a grudge against , sending such an idiot to tornt haha.]
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