Back in the room, Allen managed to drive the ghost vine to bathe, let in a man who didn't listen to anything, and almost let him stay under the eaves for a night. How good was it? I don't understand myself, but I feel more for David. David's sympathy is his own. I don't know why I found lice on my head, but at this stage, I need to make a deal.
By the time David had finished his torso, Allen, sitting on the bed, waited cross-legged for a big shot to arrive.
"David, come here. I want to talk to you."
Davie is using a towel to wipe off the water drops from his wet hair. He quickly comes over and forgets to put on his clothes, while Arun wraps a towel around his waist to cover his lower body, not for wiping his hair, but forget it. Hurry up and solve the problem here.
"What's the matter? Do you want to say that I am getting better?"
It seems that Davie is still fascinated by Arun's anger. He didn't speak immediately, but spoke motionless for a while.