In the squad's resting room.
Two breaths were heaving up and down.
Slyther, with hair sticking to her forehead, was lying on her back on the desk, lightly biting a strand of hair and making a slight humming sound.
Wu Heng let out a heavy breath, sprawled on her smooth body.
Close to her chest, he softly said, "Stay, let me take care of you."
Somewhat absent-minded, Slyther gradually came to her senses, lowered her head to look at the man on her, and revealed a gentle smile.
She hugged his head to her chest and stroked his hair, "It's not that simple, without an identity, where could we fit in?"
Her tone paused slightly, her voice even softer, "Sister has you in her heart, it's not like we won't see each other."
"How about staying for a few more days then!"
"I am a stationed steward, if I leave for too long there will be trouble…" Slyther had just started speaking when her body arched slightly upwards again, letting out an annoyed moan.
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