June 25, 2019, Tuesday, clear weather.
Three o'clock in the afternoon.
An unprecedented feeling of dryness surged in his heart.
Master Zhang, who had been busy all night, groggily woke up from his sleep, regaining some clarity.
He instinctively reached out, groping around in search of water.
His left hand felt something soft, clearly not water.
His right hand felt hard, smooth, and damp.
He withdrew his hand and tasted it lightly.
Salty.
"What the hell?"
Zhang Beixing felt very curious.
But the fatigue in his eyes made him unwilling to open them.
So he simply followed the previous trajectory, groping back once more.
He found it incredibly strange.
The key was that it could move.
This piqued Zhang Beixing's playful interest.
He continued exploring.
Until...
"Mm~"
A stifled groan, suppressed to the extreme, came from beside Zhang Beixing's ear.
Almost in an instant.
A flood came...
From Zhang Beixing's fingers to his arm, all were soaked.
