After finishing the last sip of noodle soup, Long Dangdang let out a sigh and relaxed on the sofa.
Ling Menglu cleared up the dishes and when she came back to the living room, she was surprised to find that Long Dangdang was already asleep, his steady breathing audible from the other end.
With a slightly dazed expression in her eyes and a tender smile on her face, she looked at Long Dangdang's handsome yet youthful face, it struck her that her cousin was not even sixteen yet, nearly two years younger than her.
He had truly worked hard. During the second phase of the intensive training, he had performed exceptionally well, especially when he faced the Evil Eye Tyrant – he almost held on for a full hundred seconds. But the more he endured, the greater the pressure he faced. Moreover, having to constantly fulfill his duties as the team leader and considering everyone's feelings proved to be a difficult task.
