This type of interaction always made him feel curious, especially the feeling of intimacy coming from the bottom of his heart, as if he suddenly grabbed onto something in this lonely wasteland, dispelling much of the loneliness and adding an extra sense of spiritual support.
It's just that this little guy is really too small, with a very delicate appetite. The dry kindling it ate last night hasn't even been fully digested by now, its little belly is still bulging.
When Cheng Ye withdrew his hand, the flame let out a little cry, rubbed its head against his fingertip, and then slipped back into the spiritual body space.
Pushing open the security door to go wash up, the bustle in the hallway took him by surprise.
This time should have been quiet, yet it was crowded with people carrying water basins and towels draped over their shoulders, all heading to the washroom.
