Dazhong was forced to drink several gulps of muddy water, his nose was running, and he flailed his hands desperately, his cries for help growing more pitiful.
"Alright, alright, Danyan, don't end up killing your second brother."
Mrs. Lin quickly interjected, after all, he was her man, the sky above her head. No matter what Dazhong had done, Mrs. Lin would forgive him.
"No way, second sister-in-law, you saw it too; second brother is so dream-ridden he even kisses men. If he doesn't snap out of it, who knows what scarier things he might do."
The thought of more terrifying things made Danyan shudder, and he tightened his grip even more. Only when Dazhong was nearly breathless was he dragged up.
Dazhong was in a sorry state by now, his hair and face covered with mud, looking like a clay man. He was panting heavily and took ages to come around.
Once he was somewhat cleared up, Mr. Mu scooped some water and poured it over Dazhong's face, finally revealing his greasy face.
