Qi Huai sighed secretly.

He was naive after all. How could precious water be used for bathing?

"You can't take water from the room outside, and the same applies to supplies."

"There will be instant noodles tomorrow morning. If you need them, you can come directly to the front desk."

"It's getting late, please have a good rest."

Before the Qi brothers and sisters could react, the person had already disappeared.

"Brother! Am I dreaming?"

Qi Yan pinched the soft flesh on the waist of the person next to him hard.

“Ahhh——”

Qi Huai shouted loudly.

[Warning! No loud noises are allowed in the hotel, otherwise you will be expelled]

"who?"

The two looked around and found no speakers on the wall. So where did the sound come from?

Brother and sister looked at each other, with feelings that only they could understand

The Fallout apocalypse has been here for a year and a half, so nothing is impossible.

What's more, Boss Lin was willing to let them exchange such precious food with cheap jewelry. If they did, they would definitely be thrown out of the dungeon.

Aside from a few minor rules to follow, this place is pure paradise!

After dividing the food in their hands, the two went into their respective rooms.

Qi Yan gently stroked the soft bed sheet beneath her. It was a little dirty, but she could still smell the familiar scent of sunshine on it, which made her burst into tears.

Only in peacetime can one smell and touch such clean bedding.

Since the radiation, every day has been spent eating those insect cakes in the dark and damp underground.

Thinking of this word, she actually reacted and retched.

At first, thanks to their parents, they were able to make ends meet.

But the good times didn't last long. My parents, who had always been honest, were convicted of corruption and thrown out of the dungeon. I don't know if they are still alive or if they are as lucky as them to have found a place like this?!

After entering the bathroom, Qi Yan took off his heavy protective suit and tried to turn on the faucet.

“Clatter—”

A handful of hot water poured down on my head, accompanied by salty tears.