The month they had spent together flew by in a flash. Ji Xiaosong had keenly noticed that Gu Lin's gaze was falling on her more and more frequently, and lingering for longer and longer.
Gu Lin had intentionally walked her home today and made such a gesture. Ji Xiaosong knew perfectly well what he was up to and decided to play along, but she still had to put on a bit of an act.
After all, life in the apocalypse was so harsh; one had to savor the sweetness of love when they could.
The moment the motion-sensor light in the entryway flickered on, Gu Lin's shoes suddenly sank into a vortex that resembled quicksand.
Ji Youshu was leaning against the landing of the carved staircase. A brass-colored glow from his superpower seeped from between his fingers, which were pressed against the handrail. A basaltic pattern materialized on the surface of the marble steps.
"You brought her all the way home, Mr. Gu. Not even going to stay for a cup of tea?"
"Brother!"
