GBT Chapter 85

Jiao Bai's nose was pressed against the Buddha Card, and he subconsciously sniffed. He was struck by lightning, performing a live show of burning all over, with smoke rising from his head. Fuck. Jiao Bai "whooshed" up from beside the bedpost and ran, sprinting to the elevator and quickly pressing the button to enter. The elevator door reflected his extremely guilty appearance. I'm screwed. Jiao Bai rubbed his face hard, and a pain shot through his chin as the Buddha Card swung up. The thin rope was…