"There's only a towel on the boat, Brother Yang, do you want to wipe yourself off? Don't catch a cold; your hands are still shaking," Yue'er asked with concern.
Lin Yang smiled, casually took off his sunscreen suit, and wrung the water out of his clothes, leaving only a close-fitting tank top.
"No need, a big man like me can handle this much, a little rest will do," he replied.
Uncle Victor, seeing that he was somewhat putting on a brave front, didn't call him out on it, and instead turned around to take a silver flask from his belt bag and handed it to him, "Have a drink, it will warm you up."
Drinking alcohol wasn't allowed during live broadcasts, but there were no labels on the flask. Lin Yang hesitated for a moment, then took a sip.
With a gulp of vodka down, he only felt a warm current spreading from his throat down to his stomach, quickly warming him up.
