The Return of the Un

"Hey, wake up, shameless man, just play dead for me!","Oh no, wouldn't this fellow be truly dead from the fall" Yang Qingqing frowned, her willow brows furrowed. She leaned in by the youth's nostrils, probing for breath. There was no warmth at all.,Otherwise, how could Yang Qingqing, with just a few punches, have injured his abdominal muscles。