Having connections in the imperial court makes things easier; this principle remains relevant both in ancient and modern times, especially in officially controlled locations like shelters.
Thanks to Tan Dong, the higher-ups knew that Xiao Jin and the others had saved his life, so they were very polite to everyone.
The shelters are small, so most survivors live together in cramped conditions, with single beds about a meter apart. If they have the means, they can put up a curtain around their beds.
There are no separate areas for men, women, young, or old; at most, your family and relatives can live in adjacent areas.
There are three regular rest areas, each separated by simple partitions, which are not actually soundproof due to the materials used.
Although the toilets were the main focus of the renovation, the smell was unimaginable given how many people used them, making the rest area near the toilets a truly miserable place.
When new survivors arrive, except for those who have made extraordinary contributions, their beds are basically chosen by lottery. They are assigned to whichever of the three zones they are assigned to.
The so-called extraordinary contributions can be attributed to three factors: identity, resources, or special talent. For example, they live in cubicles with six, four, or single occupants.
Tan Dong and Cheng Su were picked up by their father, and the remaining four, including Xiao Jin, were assigned to a four-person room.
The cubicle was located at the back, so it wasn't in a bad place like near the toilet. It was about 30 square meters inside, with low-density board walls around it, and four single beds placed against the walls.
Although the soundproofing isn't great, it's much better than noisy public rest areas.
Opposite the bed was a long table and chairs. Three meals a day were provided in the shelter. Xiao Jin had seen the food here; it wasn't good, but it was enough to sustain life.
What made them happiest was that there was also a restroom inside the small cubicle, about two square meters in size, with running water and everything connected, so at least they didn't have to queue to use the main toilet outside.
After closing and locking the door, Mao Liu slumped onto the bed, then slowly moved his body, following Shang Fan's example as he tended to his wounds.
The official medicine is good, but its effects are far inferior to the items that come with the system shop.
"Hiss~" Mao Liu couldn't reach Shang Fan's back, so he nudged him.
After spending these few days together, their relationship has suddenly become quite good, after all, they are companions who have been through life and death together.
Changing the dressing naturally requires taking off clothes, but Xiao Jin wasn't interested in watching them. She leaned against the headboard, her gaze fixed on Jian Xiuyun on the other side of the bed.
The shelter doctor examined him and said he had suffered a severe blow to the head. Although he was injured, there was nothing wrong with him. To avoid wasting medical resources, the doctor did not intend to admit Jian Xiuyun and instead handed him over to Xiao Jin and the others.
Xiao Jin didn't know what she was thinking. She carried this burden with her when she was outside, and she didn't abandon it to anyone else when she arrived at the shelter.
Xiao Jin stared blankly at Jian Xiuyun's sleeping face. The refined and handsome man's smooth facial features, outlined by the room's light, added an indescribable mystery.
The other person's brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was in pain from the injury. His eyelashes were thick and rose and fell with his breath, and below them were his tightly pursed thin lips.
What's most eye-catching is a red mark near the other person's neck, a scratch from somewhere, adding a touch of color to their sleeping face.
Hmm~ Xiao Jin rubbed her fingers together. What's wrong with her? Could she have become blinded by lust?
As Xiao Jin thought about it, she felt exhausted and her mind started to go blank, so she simply put her hands behind her head and lay down.
sleep!
Seeing that Xiao Jin was resting, Mao Liu and his companion on the other side shut their mouths and silently sped up their work.
They were both exhausted. After applying the medicine, they turned off the lights, plunging the room into darkness.
Where the others couldn't see, Jian Xiuyun lay perfectly still on the bed, but her eyelids suddenly twitched...
[It's...it's...wrong...]
Like an ancient whisper, an inexplicable call and echo, the repeated words gradually assaulted the depths of Xiao Jin's mind.
Xiao Jin, fast asleep on the bed, had sweat on her forehead and her brows were furrowed. A large hand seemed to be trying to smooth it out.
Just as they were about to touch, Xiao Jin suddenly opened his eyes. His left hand was gripping a dagger tightly, the tip of the blade only a centimeter away from the heart of the person in front of him.
Their eyes met, and Xiao Jin and Jian Xiuyun were both momentarily stunned.
Jian Xiuyun calmly withdrew his hand, but Xiao Jin did not pull back the knife pressed against his heart.
"What do you want to do?" Xiao Jin asked expressionlessly.
Jian Xiuyun, who was originally sitting by Xiao Jin's bed, got up and returned to his own bed upon seeing this, and Xiao Jin did not stop him.
He slowly raised his right leg and placed his hands on his knee. The originally crude resettlement house, in contrast to Jian Xiuyun's presence, resembled a bright and spacious CEO's office.
"You seem to be dreaming. I was going to wake you up."
dream?
Xiao Jin moved and immediately felt a cool sensation on her body, as if she had sweated a lot.
But is it just a dream?
Xiao Jin couldn't remember clearly, only that she felt utterly helpless, with an unfathomable abyss below her, into which she fell straight down and could not escape.
She seemed to have heard something else!
Xiao Jin thought for a long time but couldn't remember.
"Tap tap tap!!"
The crisp sound interrupted Xiao Jin's thoughts. Looking up, she saw Jian Xiuyun tapping on the wooden bed beneath her.
“Xiao… Jin, right?” Jian Xiuyun narrowed her eyes.
Xiao Jin sat up, straightening her clothes as she did so. The two beds next to her were empty; she had no idea where Shang Fan and the others had gone.
Seeing that the person in front of her still dared to slip away, Jian Xiuyun was so angry that she laughed.
His head was still wrapped in white bandages, and his face was slightly pale. His smile, coupled with his sarcastic question, gave him a somewhat yandere vibe.
"What, Xiao Jin, have you forgotten who I am?"
"Hello, Teacher Jian!" Xiao Jin replied calmly.
“Alright, as your teacher, may I ask you a few questions?” Jian Xiuyun took a deep breath: “Why did you skip class before? Why did you lie? Where did you go?”
Why didn't you answer my call the next day? Did you deliberately turn off your phone?
"I'm sick, I'm not lying. I went to the hospital, and I lost my phone so I can't answer it!"
Xiao Jin answered crisply and decisively, picking up the conversation the very next second after Jian Xiuyun finished speaking, her lack of effort being utterly undisguised.
The room fell silent instantly, the deathly stillness seemingly tinged with a powerful rage.
After a long pause, Jian Xiuyun's chest trembled slightly: "Hehe~"
Xiao Jin glanced away, her gaze fixed on the lines and patterns on her clothes, her ears twitching involuntarily.
Hmm! Why haven't Mao Liu and the other two come back yet?
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