"Driver-shifu, you can just stop right here... S-ha, s-ha, ouch, ouch, ouch!"
Holding her swollen cheek with a woe-begone expression, Nyamu-chin articulated indistinctly as she asked the driver—who was speechless, having seen it all after years on the job—to pull over and drop her and Anon off by the side of the road.
Both of their cheeks seemed to have suddenly ballooned up from something. Of course, it wasn't a cute kind of baby fat; it looked as though the inner capacity of their mouths had increased, though in reality, it was just edema caused by dehydration of the cells in the oral mucosa. The slightest touch could spell doom for these two poor souls, and giving either of them a proper slap across the face would practically amount to first-degree murder.
Chapter 358