Bai Xizhu, who possesses a space, is very sensitive to her surroundings.
If Bai Zhengxuan and his group hadn't made a move, Bai Xizhu might not have sensed it.
But Bai Xizhu still noticed their occasional attempts to clear out the nearby zombies, no matter how careful they were.
The identities of these two people are becoming increasingly clear.
Only the final verification step remains.
The sound of scrubbing socks filled the air, melodious and powerful.
Seemingly to prove that he was really washing the socks seriously, Leng Yebai washed them very carefully in order to show off.
My hand was almost blurry.
With a ripping sound.
The sound of fabric being torn rang out.
High-level superhumans are truly different.
"Sew it up, then wash it again."
Bai Xizhu's voice was indifferent, and it was impossible to tell what emotions were on her face.
"OK."
Leng Yebai breathed a sigh of relief, quietly found a hairdryer to dry her socks, and obediently took a needle and thread, asking Bai Zhengxuan to help her thread the needle.
She sat on a small stool and began sewing.
The stitching is crooked and doesn't look good at all.
He held a needle in his large hand, looking rather strained.
"Tsk tsk tsk, your stitching is awful!" Bai Zhengxuan sat down next to Leng Yebai with a look of disgust and gave instructions. "Your pinching posture is wrong. You have to pinch it like this. Also, make the stitches closer together and don't tremble!"
Bai Zhengxuan inexplicably felt a sense of superiority.
Just like the old ladies in ancient mansions, they pass on their "housekeeping skills" to the newlywed daughters-in-law in the tone of an elder.
Bai Anhai also took a look when he had a moment, and shook his head slightly.
This Leng Yebai is no good!
The stitching is really ugly; it's not even as good as Bai Yifan's stitching!
Among men, in terms of stitching skills alone, Bai Yifan is no longer the worst; Leng Yebai is.
Leng Yebai humbly asked Bai Zhengxuan for advice, and then earnestly sewed the socks.
Bai Xizhu watched the two of them squatting together sewing socks, a smile flashing in her eyes.
After the smile faded, a bitter taste remained.
It was a heartwarming scene, but Bai Xizhu thought of her past before her rebirth.
In the three years since the apocalypse, she has not seen her grandparents and has searched for them in vain.
Later, she revealed it herself.
Looking back now, I think my grandparents were the ones who suffered the most.
The elderly bury their children.
Bai Xizhu rubbed her slightly sore eyes, leaned back on the sofa, and slowly closed her eyes.
Just thinking about her grandparents' situation made her feel very sad.
She thought that perhaps she should persevere a little longer.
If I really do escape from that research institute, I might be able to run into my grandparents again...
The other members of the Bai family were unaware that there were people following behind the bus, nor were they aware of the true identities of the middle-aged man and Bai Zhengxuan.
Wang Yiyun was engrossed in reading a beauty magazine.
Liu Jing was wearing reading glasses and looking at the tablet in her hand.
The tablet was playing a pre-downloaded video, a large-scale family drama.
Bai Anhai had somehow appeared behind Leng Yebai, occasionally making disparaging remarks about Leng Yebai's needlework.
The family enjoyed a comfortable time together on the bus.
Meanwhile, the middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan and his companion, wanting to get closer to the Bai family, followed far behind the bus and slept in the trees.
Even so, the middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan and his wife were quite content.
Bai Xizhu felt extremely distressed whenever she thought about these things.
Leng Yebai, holding the needle and thread, secretly glanced at Bai Xizhu and saw her furrowed brows.
"ah!"
Leng Yebai suddenly shuddered and cried out.
"Oh dear, how clumsy! You can prick your finger even while sewing a sock!"
Bai Anhai gently shook his head, but his face was turned towards Bai Xizhu as he spoke.
It was as if he was deliberately letting her hear it.
He could tell at a glance that his beloved princess, whom he had pampered for over twenty years, was in a bad mood.
Leng Yebai deliberately pricked his hand, and he also deliberately made a sound.
Sure enough, Bai Xizhu opened her eyes upon hearing that Leng Yebai had been pricked in the hand.
"If you can't sew, then don't sew. Just throw it away!" Bai Xizhu said.
A hint of melancholy lingered on her delicate face, a melancholy that seemed impossible to shake off.
"I'm fine, I can still sew."
Leng Yebai moved closer to Bai Xizhu and started sewing again with his needle and thread.
When Leng Yebai wasn't paying attention, the needle was about to prick his hand again.
Leng Yebai thought to himself—
I wonder if it's a bit too much for someone to pierce their fingers while sewing socks.
I wonder if it would be a bit embarrassing for a grown man to run to a girl's arms crying and begging for comfort after getting a finger pricked.
I can't worry about that anymore.
Xiaozhu's worried expression remained, and she still didn't know if she could forgive herself!
This is the only option we have!
Leng Yebai learned all these underhanded tricks from Zhang Yiming.
That's exactly what he did last night; luckily, he caught him in time.
Ha, what a green tea guy!
Leng Yebai inwardly scorned Zhang Yiming, but without hesitation, he "accidentally" pricked his finger with the needle.
In any case, Leng Yebai is now learning from Zhang Yiming.
Tea is tea, but the fact that Xiaozhu cared about me is a bonus.
Well--
Is the skin on my fingers too thick?
Why can't I get the needle in?
Tsk!
I blame myself for having too many superpowers!
Leng Yebai shook his head, secretly increasing the pressure on his fingers as he continued to poke them.
The needle bent strangely, but still failed to pierce the flesh.
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