"Whoosh——"
He Meng swung a fist the size of a sandbag, and Yang Yu raised his hand, effortlessly catching it.
Yang Yu hadn't held He Meng's fist for long before it suddenly melted into a sticky liquid, slipping through his fingers and sticking to Yang Yu's left hand.
Her body suddenly contracted, and He Meng, like releasing one side of a rubber band, snapped towards Yang Yu's chest.
Standing still, Yang Yu let He Meng's "thud——" hit his chest.
Taking advantage of He Meng being bounced away by the recoil, Yang Yu reached out and pinched He Meng's clay-like body.
Letting go of Yang Yu's left hand, He Meng wriggled to try and escape from Yang Yu's right hand, but Yang Yu opened his palm, letting He Meng's bouncy form sit in his hand.
He Meng was extremely unwilling, hating being toyed with in someone else's palm. She grew two whips from her round body and furiously whipped at Yang Yu, angrily saying:
"Why do you always have whatever they want when you give them things.
