Su Mo was also somewhat drunk, lying on Lu Chen's legs, drowsy and wanting to sleep.
In the neighboring refugee camp, Lu Jin sat alone on the terrace. Because of the infection and pain in his leg, a large patch on his back was drenched, and his fists were clenched tightly. His dark eyes were filled with memories of the time he spent with Su Mo beneath the laboratory.
That was the most precious thing in his life.
Outside the door, several soldiers stood guard, all with helpless looks in their eyes, unable to understand why their boss insisted on torturing himself like this.
Jianxiong was also drunk, and when he burst into Li He's room, he gave him quite a fright. Li He had just finished bathing and came out to find his door lock had been broken by Jianxiong.
"Jianxiong... you've got the wrong room," he said, with only a towel wrapped around his waist, bare-chested, and his waist as slender as a woman's.
