"Urgh! Guuuh!" The sounds of vehement vomiting resounded from multiple figures within Wei Wuyin's bedroom chambers. The sheets were stained, the air grew acidic enough to sting the nose and brim the eyes with tears, and the bodies of seven beauties were quivering together, hurdled and afraid.
They were all expelling out rancid liquids of a variety of different colors. Ai Yin was the worst; she was on her knees as Lin Xianxian held her hair, unable to stop the elven from gushing out copious amounts of putrid liquid. If the room wasn't large enough, it would've long since been flooded.
"What the fuck's happening?!" Da Shan screeched between vomiting, her fists tightly clenched as she hugged her stomach. Seemingly about to curse again, she bent over deeper and released another spurt of gushing liquid. Agonized by this, she howled.
Absolutely wild!