[Blue Arc: By the way, let me warn you first, don't get close to my brother.]
[Black Cocoon: Got it, Mr. Electric Mouse, go and cook for your dear brother.]
"If you don't cook, what am I going to eat?" Gu Wenyu muttered, putting away his spare phone and turning to look out the floor-to-ceiling window.
The giant sunset was slowly sinking below the city's horizon, and the evening breeze carried the sound of children playing inside. He stared blankly at the crimson sky for a moment, then leaned back against the headboard and closed his eyes amid the gradually diminishing cicada chirps.
On the other side, because the sedative effects had not yet worn off, his eyelids felt as if they were glued shut. His limbs seemed not to belong to him, too heavy to lift.
This feeling was exactly like entering Mu Long's Superpower Domain, suffocatingly oppressive.
