Yan Fei worked quickly, and seeing the work was almost done, suddenly remembered something and chuckled: "You look pretty comfortable squatting there. Stand up and walk a few steps, see how it feels?"
Meng Si'an paused, tried to stand: "Ah, my legs are numb! Haven't squatted like this for a while, can't handle it… Ouch… hurts…"
Watching him awkwardly stand up with some groans, Yan Fei laughed heartily: "Just stand like that for a bit, and when I'm done, I'll find you some medicine for the scraped skin."
Playing was exciting at the time, but now standing awkwardly, Meng Si'an was feeling the pain, his inner thighs, and more uncomfortable areas on his rear—the tingly, sore feeling was quite intense.
"Later, have some good drinks with Old Chen to thank him." Yan Fei said matter-of-factly.
Meng Si'an was puzzled: "Why?"
