Seeing Fatty distracted, Milan tightened his grip on his neck and said coquettishly, "I'm talking to you, you dead guy, what are you thinking about?"
Fatty smiled and said, "That's good, the lab should have been moved back to the capital a long time ago. What's the point of you researchers staying here?"
Milan stuck out his tongue and said, "This lab is my teacher's lifelong effort, he couldn't bear to leave. Besides, several projects were at critical stages at the time, so we couldn't leave even if we wanted to. Then, seeing there was nothing major happening in Gallipalan, we stayed on."
"Besides..." Milan blushed and buried his head back in Fatty's arms, eyes blurred with emotion, "If we'd left early, how could I have met such a loathsome, vile, lecherous, shameless dead Fatty like you?"
Listening to Milan's sweet words in his arms, Fatty was filled with both joy and trouble. He had already fallen into a web woven by several women, and didn't know what to choose for a moment.
