A coat, two inner layers, a pair of long pants, and a bath towel.
Besides the pants worn to avoid any pixelation effects, Bi Fang spread out each of these clothes within the life raft, arranging them like a vendor displays his wares, allowing them to evaporate and dry with the utmost efficiency.
[Wow, a boss who doesn't wear long johns! Truly worthy of you, Master Fang!]
[Why is your focus so strange?]
[The pants are lined with fleece, right? Is it really okay to seriously discuss this?]
Bi Fang selectively ignored the barrage of comments from his online friends. After airing out for so long, the raft had started to become humid and warm, which made him more irritable and compounded his discomfort. However, to drink water, he had no choice but to do this.
Tiny droplets slid down the funnel-shaped tent top, gradually dripping down, while Bi Fang opened his mouth wide below to catch each precious drop of freshwater.
