Xue Ling gave Nan Feng a languid smile, "Knowing their intentions doesn't change much, does it? We're stuck here either way, might as well make the best from collecting sweat."
Nan Feng returned the smile, "Didn't you think about how to get out when you came in?"
Xue Ling, leaning relaxed against the wall, replied, "I didn't."
Staring at Xue Ling, Nan Feng said, "So, you truly did come for the thrill."
The corners of Xue Ling's mouth quirked – likely, a self-deprecating smile.
After half an hour spent sweating, Nan Feng felt the temperature in the room gradually dropping. Probably the room was surrounded by hot water, like they were being steamed frogs. Now the hot water had finally been removed, and shortly after, collectors came in to harvest the sweat and replenish their water intake.
After such a hustle, it was finally time to rest for the girls.
