Gu Jianlin was no stranger to being fed by beautiful women. Back during those months he was hospitalized after the car accident, lying in bed hooked to an IV and unable to move, it was the icy beauty from his family who fed him mouthfuls of food.
"You're actually in the mood to eat at a time like this?"
He took the chunk of roasted beef leg handed to him, popped it into his mouth, and said indifferently.
"Life is short. You have to enjoy it while you can."
Tang Ling's long hair, frosty white as snow, cascaded over her shoulders. After finishing the roasted beef leg, she pulled out a wet wipe to clean her glossy, ruby-red lips. Then, taking out a compact mirror, she meticulously reapplied her lipstick. "After all, both Nightmare and Dawn have confirmed it's not poisoned, so eating this is definitely better than consuming the Poison Master's secret medicine."
When a rescue team sets out, they don't carry these kinds of frivolous supplies.
