Playing Poker (1)

"However, I have the ointment that my aunt gave me. In addition, wearing a helmet can also protect my face." 

Lin Xiaoyue thought of something.

Before the apocalypse of the 21st century, she had seen some soldiers guarding the border.

They were seventeen or eighteen years old, but their faces were covered in frost, and they looked like they had been through a lot.

Thinking of this, Lin Xiaoyue looked at Xiao Yang with a touch of heartache.

This shocked Xiao Yang.

Then, Xiao Yang scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Hehe, it's actually nothing. I grew up at the border, so I'm used to it."

Lin Xiaoyue then withdrew her gaze from Xiao Yang's face.

Just as she was about to comfort Xiao Yang, Li Xiao returned.

"I'm going to the toilet!" Xiao Yang quickly said in Li Xiao's direction and then left in a hurry.

Head Fang looked at Lin Xiaoyue.