Jiang Jiamian knew nothing about what happened in the group chat, because he was pressed on the sofa by Yan Ling and he kept tossing him until almost dawn.
The pain was indeed not that much, but the tiredness was real.
Last night he screamed hoarsely for half the night, which gradually turned into crying, yelling, and cursing, until finally his voice became completely hoarse.
He was so exhausted that he fell asleep like a dead fish when it was over.
Even when Yan Ling gently picked him up and placed him straight on the sofa, he showed no sign of waking up.
Yan Ling wanted to wash his body and make something to eat, but after silently looking around the room, he fell into silence.
This room... It was square, with four white walls. The things inside were really different from the houses where humans lived when he last came ashore in his memory.
With the things inside, he... really didn't know where to start.
Boil bath water?