It's Rocky.
Roy turned her head and saw her brother's face clearly. His face was stained with blood and dust, hair disheveled, neck sweaty.
"Brother..."
Before she could speak, her body suddenly lifted off the ground.
Rocky picked her up by the waist, quickly crossed the door of the conference hall, pressed her against the wall, and kissed her. Their lips met, breaths exchanged, tongue entwined with tongue. Roy nearly couldn't breathe, instinctively tightened her grip around her brother's neck.
The conference hall had long been cleared, there was no one else in the spacious room. The sounds of kissing and breathing were clearly audible.
"I..."
