After several trips back and forth, Bai Li was drenched in sweat. Yan Cijin was also sweating profusely, constantly placing supplies aside. The two of them were both busy, both occupied, and yet the atmosphere between them somehow kept getting stranger by the second. Bai Li wanted to laugh a little, but she did not dare laugh too openly because Yan Cijin was already looking uncomfortable. Yan Cijin, on the other hand, was trying very hard to pretend that she had not just nearly thrown herself onto Bai Li in a panic. Every time she looked up and saw Bai Li bending down to move things, she kept thinking about the dangerous little packet that had rolled out just now, and the more she thought about it, the more her whole body wanted to turn into a pot of boiling water.
