Liu Bufan forcefully withstood the shock wave. His once-decent tank top now hung loosely over his shoulders like a tattered rag.
His shorts looked as though they had been clawed at by a dog, with strips of fabric fluttering in the wind, giving off a distinct blend of post-modernism and retro style.
Most conspicuous of all were his red and green slippers. The moment the shock wave hit, they had been instantly melted by the high heat, firmly plastered across Liu Bufan’s thick leg hair.
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