Chen Long was puzzled, wondering why the person walking behind him had suddenly disappeared, then Si Snake stepped into the room.
Having not seen him for days, Si Snake hadn't changed much, but his skin had acquired a shallow wheat color from the scorching sun, and his lips had cracked.
Yet he still held that noble grace that permeated his bones and blood, not diminished in the slightest.
"Si Snake."
Meng Qianqian greeted.
Si Snake nodded: "Yin Hu."
Chen Long inquired, "Why were you dawdling behind?"
Si Snake answered calmly, "I just didn't want to walk too fast."
Meng Qianqian gave Si Snake a meaningful glance, choosing not to uncover the truth, and turned the conversation, "Since you're here, sit down."
Lu Yuan said coldly, "Either go back earlier at midnight or return when daylight comes, is disturbing people's peaceful dreams that amusing?"
Meng Lang's eyes gleamed brightly.
Fight! Fight!
Chen Long: "Understood, we'll be more mindful next time."
Si Snake: "Mm."
