"Where have you run off to?"
In the duty room, Qin itched his back, comfortably grinning from ear to ear.
"Returned the old house."
Li Yan pushed the door open, bent down to pick up the thermos, filled the large tea mug on the table, and then gulped it down.
The old man cocked his head to look at Li Yan's profile.
"You seem in a bad mood~"
Li Yan shivered. Whenever he killed someone, for at least a few hours, there was an indescribable coolness clinging to him, which ordinary people found hard to notice. He hadn't expected the old man to be so sensitive.
Li Yan affected a wistful touch to the corner of his eye: "I'm homesick."
"Homesick? You'll forget all about it once you've eaten."
Qin stood up, "Alright then, you keep watch here tonight. I'll come take over your shift in the morning."
"No problem."
Li Yan agreed.
