Wen Xian's body grew warm at the thought, and she bit into a juicy grape, its sweet flavor bursting onto her tongue.
She hummed softly, her face blushing, "He, indeed, is quite impressive."
More than just quite impressive.
His explosive power, his stamina, both were remarkably formidable.
She couldn't afford to dwell on it, for thinking about it made her legs inexplicably weak.
...
Lu Xiao didn't finish the rescue until midnight, returning muddied and disheveled with several teammates.
No one escaped unscathed.
By that time of night, Wen Xian had already gone to sleep.
After Lu Xiao emerged from his shower, he seemed to remember something and made his way to the desk. While drying his hair with a towel, he pulled out a chair and sat down.
There was a photo frame on the desk, featuring him and his former teammates.
Lu Xiao stared at it for a long while. Eventually, he opened a drawer, placed the photo frame inside, and locked it away.
Now.