Chapter 972: Chapter 972: Anyway, Not Going to Die_1 Chapter 972: Chapter 972: Anyway, Not Going to Die_1 Tong Sanlang “…”

He sighed deeply and said listlessly, “You’re teasing me now, but when I recover, I’ll pay you back tenfold.”

Tong Sanlang “…”

He hated feeling so weak and powerless!

This little demon had tormented him so, yet he could only lie there unable to move even a finger!

“I will remember this debt,” he said, his eyes closed, squeezing the words through clenched teeth.

Seeing and not being able to pounce made it unbearable, better not to look at all!

Qiao Xiaomai uttered in surprise, “What debt, what debt are you going to remember? I’m just caring about your health. Let me tell you, as a man, having a strong back is very important. I was just massaging your back, I’m being considerate!”

Tong Sanlang, “…then say hello to it for me.”

He opened his eyes, and they were two black and shining pupils, staring at her intently.

Qiao Xiaomai “…”

To tell the truth, he really was longing for it.

Ever since the students from Snowy Academy came to hunt, he had spent his time with Qiao Xiaomai chatting under the blankets.

As a young man full of vigor, who had only been indulging for half a year, it was normal for him to feel jittery after being teased by Qiao Xiaomai’s hands and words!

Tong Sanlang’s gaze and expression were nakedly honest, making no attempt to conceal his thoughts. Speechless, Qiao Xiaomai bent down and kissed him firmly on the lips, then lay down beside him, “No, your body is still weak. You need to recuperate. We’ll talk about it after you’re better.”

To still think about such reckless things under these circumstances, that was the real folly!

Upon hearing her, Tong Sanlang pursed his lips, “Should be fine.”

“Should be?” Qiao Xiaomai was not satisfied with that word.

“Anyway, I won’t die from it.” Tong Sanlang now chose a more definite response.

Qiao Xiaomai “…”

She couldn’t help but raise her hand and gently pat his stomach, “You should sleep.”

“I can’t sleep,” Tong Sanlang said, his voice trailing off with a hint of grievance.

His limbs felt as though mountains pressed down on them, leaving him powerless and yet sleepless.

This was truly torture.

Qiao Xiaomai blinked, meeting his shiny black eyes, then suddenly changed the subject, “Liuli and I are from different worlds, probably parallel universes. Things are the same, culture is the same, but the country names are different, and developments are different.”

“In my world, there’s no apocalypse, the people are prosperous, and life is generally satisfying.”

“Yeah! Let’s explore the world where Liuli comes from!” She took out a book from the space and said, “How about I teach you bird language?”