Yi Mu was extremely embarrassed. He looked at the water stains on Zong Ao's clothes and stammered, "I'm sorry..."
Zong Ao released his hand, took off his clothes, revealing his strong and muscular upper body.
He glanced at the closed window and smiled at Yi Mu, "It's no big deal, don't mind it. They're quite open-minded here, you'll get used to it."
I don't want this habit.
He saw that Zong Ao had wounds of all sizes and shapes on his body, some of which looked very fresh.
Zong Ao used to be a special forces soldier, and he must have participated in extremely dangerous missions, which is why he was covered in injuries.
Zong Ao changed into clean clothes and had Yi Mu take the medicine.
The dishes here are very strongly flavored, and have an indescribable taste.
Zong Ao and Yi Mu were both picky eaters, but they also knew that if they didn't eat their fill, they wouldn't have the strength to escape in case of an emergency.
Zong Ao was more patient. Yi Mu, who was opposite him, would take a bite and then swallow it forcefully.
Zong Ao was amused by his expression. "Is it really that bad?"
Yi Mu put down his spoon and sighed, "You have to force yourself to eat it."
The color was hard to describe; it was a paste-like consistency, and there seemed to be a piece of toad leg on top of it.
Giving this to a patient is truly outrageous.
Zong Ao requested to see the elder, and returned half an hour later, instructing Yi Mu to stay in the house and not go anywhere.
Yi Mu was injured and in this unfamiliar place, so he was willing but unable to go out for a walk.
His phone was confiscated on the plane, and there wasn't even a radio in the small apartment to keep him entertained.
Yi Mu only found some local books, all of which were damp and moldy, and the characters were written in tadpole script, which he couldn't understand.
Suddenly, there was a noise outside the window.
Yi Mu put down his book. Because the "surprise" he had experienced that morning was so great, he carefully opened the window.
Dora stood downstairs holding a basket of small fruits, and he knocked on the window with a long twig.
As soon as Yi Mu saw him, he was reminded of the action he had made; it was so unrestrained, lewd, and vulgar.
"What do you want?" he asked with a stern face.
Dora lifted the basket up, revealing a big smile: "I guessed you didn't like the food here, so I picked some fruit for you."
Imu only ate a little bit this morning and is hungry now.
The bright red little fruit looked delicious, and Yimu's mouth watered.
He went downstairs, took the small basket from Dora, and thanked her somewhat awkwardly.
Dora's gaze was fixed on his exposed neck, her tongue pressed against her front teeth, and her attitude became very friendly.
"I wasn't used to it when I first arrived here. This fruit is good for your appetite. I'll pick some more for you after you finish eating this one."
Yi Mu found him unusually enthusiastic and casually asked, "Aren't you a native of this area?"
This opened the floodgates of conversation.
Dora moved a wooden stump and sat down in front of the small building, almost ready to grab some melon seeds.
“I used to be a photographer. I wandered into this place by mistake, and they locked me up and won’t let me leave.”
Yi Mu couldn't hide his surprise. Now that he said that, Dora was trapped here.
However, the way he commanded people in the tribe did not seem like the treatment a prisoner should receive.
Dora saw what he was thinking and gave a self-deprecating laugh: "You know what a handsome man means in a godforsaken place like this where women are scarce."
Yi Mu remained silent, thinking that his appearance wasn't bad either.
Dora took a small fruit from the basket, tilted her head back, and threw it into her mouth with perfect accuracy.
He chewed the sweet, crisp fruit with his gleaming white teeth, his expression vicious, as if he were chewing something he deeply loathed.
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