A whole bowl of milk was poured over him. Liam, who was not prepared at all, only saw a white screen in his vision. He was soon splashed with milk and staggered back a few steps, then fell to the ground.
Rich and sweet milk dripped down his face and slowly flowed into his thin shirt along his collar.
The still warm milk quickly soaked the shirt, and the wet fabric stuck to his chest, outlining a certain shape.
"Snipe..."
Liam couldn't help but curse in his heart.
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