A NEEDLE PIERCED THE BUTT

Tap tap tap.

Tap tap tap.

Yu Ming could hear the sound of shoes hitting the wooden floor, and he stared blankly at the person making the sound that had managed to irritate him.

The sun had yet to reach its zenith in the sky, and this time it could still be considered morning. However, someone had already disturbed his peace, but he was too lazy to scold that person.

He simply leaned his back against one of the pillars on the verandah of the pavilion, and his eyes were fixed on the person pacing back and forth on the verandah.

"Didn't you say that my brother will be back this morning, stinky fish? Where is he now? Why hasn't he come back yet? We could have gone to pick him up instead of waiting for him with uncertainty like this!" The person finally stopped pacing, and he glared at Yu Ming who seemed to relax in his position.