Wu Ling was amused by his trembling voice, giggling uncontrollably with a sound like "ga ga." Her little mouth kept giggling, her laughter so infectious that she was about to cry from it.,Now, if he runs a kilometer, it's already tiring for him. If he runs a few more kilometers, he'll really become a woman and just die in this life to be reborn in the next.,After saying that, he stopped looking at Panzi's expression. He leaned back in his chair, a glass of liquor between his lips, and downed the nearly two ounces of 56-degree baijiu in one gulp.。