Su Mo froze, then her hand stretched out of the sleeping bag to hug the man's muscular waist and whispered softly, "No more, then we are officially in a relationship now, you can't run away."
She looked up at him, her beautiful phoenix eyes brimming with tenderness, the man's usually stern facial features softened, and his silver hair brushed against her face.
"Mm."
He gently kissed her forehead, solemn and reverent.
Su Mo's heart raced wildly; she closed her eyes and a brilliant smile spread across her lips.
In this apocalypse, it seemed she had found love as well as like-minded companions, something she had never felt in the twenty years before.
This feeling was truly marvelous.
All night, Su Mo lay in his arms, clinging to his waist and refusing to let go, softly talking about the time when he advanced in rank.
"Do you remember Zhuang Mei, the pregnant woman?"
"Mm."
Su Mo sighed, "I wanted to save her, but it was too late."
