07

Shen Songchen didn't seem to be lying.

The saliva of plant-type ability users does have a healing effect. Apart from his mouth being sore, Song Yu felt very comfortable all over.

The uncomfortable feeling of being wrapped up was gone, his body temperature was normal, and his breathing was lighter.

It's just that this method is too intimate.

No wonder Shen Songchen only told the people at the base that he had an ability, but didn't say what kind of ability it was.

Song Yu stopped thinking about these things and quietly sat on the chair to eat. A noon passed by like this. In the afternoon, he went to the first floor to help repair the wall.

Water and electricity are scarce in the apocalypse, and people don't have many entertainment activities. Just sitting around can cause psychological problems, so the base has special personnel to assign each person's daily work.

Song Yu is not an ability user, and the work he was assigned was relatively easy.

He was actually a little embarrassed about his lazy persona and was struggling with how to finish the work without going out of character. As a result, when he arrived at the place, the work had already been finished by others.

Song Yu: "?"

He looked at the person in charge: "Is all of this done?"

The person in charge was a young man. Seeing Song Yu's red lips and white teeth, he blushed a little and immediately looked away, his voice tinged with shyness: "Yes... Brother Chen and the others have already finished it for you."

The others?

Perhaps noticing Song Yu's confusion, the person in charge added: "And Team Leader Qin, this work was already light. After they finished, they said you were injured and needed to rest, so they didn't need to assign you any more work."

"..."

Normally, if Song Yu were really uncomfortable, he would definitely accept this kindness. But he had recovered and had been cooped up in his room for several days, and he was going to be bored.

"I don't want to."

The person in charge was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"

"I want to do the work myself."

"Hmm... okay."

Song Yu's tone was willful, but it was impossible to dislike him. That clear, youthful voice with a slight lisp made the person in charge's heart race, and he quickly assigned Song Yu another task.

Others were also present when the two were talking, and within a few hours, rumors spread throughout the base—this time, it denied the previous version of him flirting with men.

"That's probably just how he talks."

"What kind of man talks like that? It's like he's being coquettish."

"He's young, still a young master."

...

A group of people chatted idly, and someone mentioned that Song Yu's lips were particularly red today, which sparked a lot of speculation. They all pretended to bump into him and went to glance at him.

Song Yu, who felt people constantly passing by all afternoon, was speechless .

Sometimes, when there were many people and a lot of noise, he would look up at the crowd. His fair face was covered in dust, making him even more attractive.

Among the crowd, some people began to envy Shen Songchen.

"Looking at it this way, maybe Shen Songchen is good at taking care of people and that's why he's with him."

"I can take care of people too, why don't you choose me?"

Of course, some people held the original view, saying that Song Yu was the one who started flirting.

But most people felt that they had been prejudiced against Song Yu before. Now, after getting to know him better, they found that he wasn't as lazy and fond of flirting with men as rumored. He

was just a bit spoiled.

They didn't know if he flirted with men or not, but men seemed to enjoy looking at him.

…

Song Yu heard his name mentioned by them, but assumed it was just because he was working and had come to see for himself.

What was so interesting… He had helped his grandmother with so many things before.

Song Yu squatted in the corner, picking up the broken bricks one by one and putting them into his basket, then carrying it to the damaged part of the wall.

Several ability users in the team were repairing the wall damaged by the monsters. Jiang Ran saw Song Yu and nimbly jumped down from the ladder: “Are you tired?”

Song Yu shook his head.

Jiang Ran nodded, then glanced at Qin Fei, who was silently working on the wall: “By the way, how are the flowers Captain Qin gave you? Are they pretty?”

The man stiffened.

Song Yu's eyes widened: “What flowers?”

“Flowers I brought back from outside.” Jiang Ran was surprised, realizing he hadn't dared to give them away. “They were preserved in the monster pile, I don't know how many days they'll last. So you dug them up for yourself, Captain.”

Qin Fei: “…”

He took a long stride and climbed down the wall, landing right in front of Song Yu.

The two had just met that morning, and Song Yu still remembered the strange things Qin Fei had said to him in the washroom. This close eye contact felt a little awkward.

However, Qin Fei seemed to act as if he hadn't said anything, his attitude towards him as usual: "Too many things to do, I forgot. I'll take you to get it."

Song Yu gave a belated "Oh."

Qin Fei glanced at his face, said nothing more, and turned to walk towards the apartment building.

Song Yu hurriedly followed.

Qin Fei had long legs and was an ability user, so his walking speed was naturally fast. Song Yu thought he wouldn't be able to keep up, but surprisingly, he maintained a steady distance.

Song Yu was overjoyed: [Do I have an ability too?]

009: ...

009 didn't want to reveal the truth—that Qin Fei had deliberately slowed down to wait for him: [Host, you didn't develop an ability in the original storyline.]

[But you know, this world has enough powerful data to deviate from the plot, so maybe you will have an ability too.]

Song Yu was satisfied.

The two arrived at the third floor one after the other. Seeing Qin Fei heading to his room, Song Yu immediately called out, "Qin... Captain Qin."

Qin Fei's fingers curled slightly at Song Yu's call, but he remained calm. "What's wrong?"

"I want to wash my hands."

Song Yu held out his palms.

Those hands, usually clean and soft, were now covered in dust from carrying bricks. Not only that, but the boy's cheeks were also speckled with dust, making him look like a stray kitten.

Dusty and pitiful.

Qin Fei hummed in agreement and followed him to the washroom.

Afraid of wasting water, Song Yu turned the tap on a low slack and carefully rubbed his fingers.

Just as he was finishing, he felt something brush against his cheek.

The other man's fingers were clearly calloused, and the brush felt somewhat rough. Song Yu looked up at Qin Fei. The man looked away, a barely perceptible hint of guilt in his voice: "My face is dusty."

Song Yu lowered his head to wash his face.

Perhaps he was moving too quickly, because his collar and cuffs were wet.

After she finished washing, the man next to her spoke again: "Shen Songchen usually washes your face, right?"

Song Yu: "?"

He looked at the other person with a puzzled expression, his cheeks were wet, and tiny water droplets rolled on his eyelashes.

He blinked repeatedly.

Qin Fei felt an urge to lick the water away for him.

Just as the man's shoulders stiffened and his breathing became erratic, the boy's displeased voice came from across the table: "Are you trying to say I'm stupid, that I can't even wash my face?"

Qin Fei felt like he'd offended a powerful figure, but he was also happy to coax him: "How could I dare say that to you?"

"If you're stupid, then what about the people who like you?"

Hmm?

So… was he insulting both him and Shen Songchen?

Song Yu's expression was a little blank when he was thinking, but his eyes were bright and lively—those light-colored eyes always looked like beautiful glass beads.

Having experienced two worlds, Song Yu could probably summarize some patterns.

For example, the main characters, the top and the bottom, didn't get along.

Like now, Qin Fei and Shen Songchen not only didn't show mutual support in times of crisis, but it was obvious to everyone that their auras clashed.

Qin Fei even complained that Shen Songchen was stupid, dragging him, the third top, into being called stupid too.

Why does it never go according to plan...? Song Yu felt he had a bit of bad luck.

To get the plot back on track, he felt he needed to say something.

Just then, a handkerchief was handed to him: "Wipe your face."

Qin Fei didn't know when he started carrying this kind of thing with him. Maybe he thought a certain pampered girl might need it.

Unlike Qin Fei's slightly tanned skin, the handkerchief the other handed him was very white and clean. Song Yu took it, wiped the water off his face, and then handed it back.

"Actually, Shen Songchen doesn't like stupid people. He'll definitely find a smart person in the future."

Qin Fei raised an eyebrow and repeated each word with emphasis: "Doesn't like stupid people?"

Noticing the smile on the other's lips, Song Yu belatedly realized—

he seemed to... admit he was stupid.

"!"

Realizing this, Song Yu felt as if he was stupid himself, immediately shut up, and left the washroom without a word.

The man who followed him was still trying to hold back his laughter, his shoulders shaking and his face stiff.

Song Yu couldn't help but bristle, both embarrassed and angry: "Don't laugh at me!"

"I'm not laughing." Qin Fei's voice carried a clear hint of amusement.

Song Yu's cheeks burned, unwilling to speak to him anymore, her small face coldly standing at the door waiting for him to open it.

Afraid of truly angering him, Qin Fei immediately opened the door. Seeing that Song Yu had no intention of coming in, he didn't hesitate and directly took the flowerpot from the bedside table and handed it to Song Yu.

The previous flowerpot had been deformed by his squeezing, and unable to find a suitable one, he had smashed the bottom of his toothbrush cup.

The small yellow flower was delicate, but the blossoms were fully open, and the color was vibrant, adding a touch of brightness to the dilapidated and dimly lit hallway.

Song Yu's mood improved as well, his eyes brightening, and he immediately forgot about what had just happened.

He knew this was precious, and he hesitated, glancing at Qin Fei: "Are you really giving it to me?"

Qin Fei hummed in agreement and handed it to Song Yu.

Song Yu carefully took it.

The man whose fingers had been brushed against was distracted. Seeing Song Yu staring at the flower and ignoring him, he regretted his actions.

Afraid he might change his mind, Song Yu picked up the "flowerpot" and headed back to her room. Suddenly, he asked, "You really like Shen Songchen?"

Song Yu didn't know how to answer.

Qin Fei asked again, "Are you planning to spend your whole life with him?"

Of course not, he'd be leaving in a few months.

Song Yu shook her head.

Qin Fei: "I know, go back."

Song Yu felt confused but didn't say anything.

Watching the young man's handsome back, a seed of desire was about to sprout in Qin Fei's heart. They

were going to break up anyway, sooner or later it didn't matter.

There was no point in being together if they didn't like each other, so it was better to let those who liked each other be together.

*

After returning to her room, Song Yu moved a chair to the balcony.

The weather in the apocalypse was terrible; the air was foggy, and there was rarely any sunshine.

Therefore, the blooming of this unnamed wildflower was undoubtedly a kind of hope. Song Yu placed the flowerpot on the chair, praying it would get some sunlight.

A short while later, Shen Songchen returned.

The man quickly noticed the flower but didn't ask about it, only inquiring if it needed watering.

Song Yu touched the soil; it was damp, indicating it had already been watered.

"No need,"

Song Yu replied, then noticed that Shen Songchen neither rested nor went out, but simply sat beside him, staring at him.

Or rather, staring at his mouth.

Finally, after being stared at for five minutes, Shen Songchen spoke: "How are you now? Is there anything uncomfortable on your body?"

Thinking of the suffocating feeling he experienced during the half-hour treatment that morning, Song Yu whispered "No," and got up to leave the room.

He was stopped by the tall man.

Shen Songchen was the kind of person who looked thin but possessed great strength, with considerable muscle mass, especially after his recent activation of his supernatural abilities, which broadened his shoulders.

Coupled with being a head taller than Song Yu, the difference in their physiques was striking.

Surrounded in the cramped space, Song Yu felt a little stifled: "Really, nothing..."

"Do you act like this with him too?" Shen Songchen suddenly asked.

Song Yu looked up: "What?"

"The flowers were a gift from Qin Fei, weren't they?"

Shen Songchen's voice was calm, but the calmness only made him more frightening, making one fear what terrible thing he might do next. "I saw you go to his room to get them."

"Xiao Yu, you can't just go into other men's rooms. Men outside are bad; who knows what they might do to you."

After a long while, Song Yu whispered, "I know."

However, even though he was so obedient, Shen Songchen didn't seem to have any intention of giving way.

Song Yu had no choice but to be honest: "I'm going out."

Shen Songchen, however, was unhurried: "Xiao Yu, treatments have courses."

Wh-what?

"Once in the morning and once in the afternoon." The man's voice was very serious, so serious that it showed no sign of any selfishness. He stared at Song Yu's hesitant face, his gentle voice carrying a hint of indescribable danger, "Xiao Yu."

"You don't want to have nightmares again tonight, do you?" You

don't need to be very smart; most people with a little bit of vigilance could see through this scoundrel's true intentions.

But Song Yu was stupid.

The fool completely trusted the other person and went along with the bad man's words, worrying about whether she would continue to have nightmares that night.

Song Yu's eyelashes trembled incessantly, as if some kind of switch had been installed on them. Soon, he grabbed the clothes of the person in front of him, his fingertips rubbing red.

"Hurry, hurry..."

Shen Songchen's eyelids twitched wildly, his Adam's apple bobbing, but he pretended to say, "Hurry up what?"

Song Yu's voice weakened with shame: "Hurry up and heal..."

The man didn't speak again, but kissed him fiercely.

His large hands pressed against the back of the boy's head, soft strands of light-colored hair twirling between his fingers.

Their cheeks were pressed together, almost without gaps, giving each other no chance to breathe.

...

He didn't know how much time had passed, but Song Yu's entire face became damp, his lips soft and red, and the corners of his eyes were tinged with a vibrant color.

It was said that the saliva of a superhuman could heal, but Song Yu felt that he hadn't absorbed much; instead, much of his own had been absorbed.

He turned his face slightly away, his consciousness hazy, and his voice was incredibly soft.

"That's enough..."

Shen Songchen didn't let go of him, his voice low and hoarse: "Only ten minutes."

But Song Yu was delicate; he didn't want to be treated anymore after only ten minutes. His mouth and neck were sore.

Sensing what the boy was thinking, Shen Songchen lifted him onto the table.

After being kissed, Song Yu's expression was different from his usual dullness; he was lost in thought, yet his eyes and brows were exceptionally beautiful.

Soft, obedient, and unusually dependent.

It was because of him that he was like this.

This thought made Shen Songchen's breathing erratic, his chest heaving violently.

He couldn't live without him anymore.

Even if he didn't like him, his body couldn't live without him.

Unable to live without someone he didn't like—this was Shen Songchen's way of getting revenge on Song Yu.

The table was high; Song Yu sat on it, and Shen Songchen was shorter than him, needing to look up slightly to kiss him.

It was like blasphemy.

...

Song Yu was fully conscious an hour later.

He felt this method was both tiring and time-consuming.

Fortunately, he wouldn't have to dream tonight.

Song Yu comforted himself.

At this moment, Shen Songchen was carefully wiping his wet chin. At first, he felt embarrassed about drooling so much, but thinking about who the culprit was, he felt at ease letting the man serve him.

After being lifted off the table, Song Yu's legs were weak.

He had finished his work at the base, and was so sleepy he could barely keep his eyes open, so he simply lay down to rest.

The boy looked very tired, but Shen Songchen seemed unsatisfied. He stared intently at Song Yu's swollen lips, constantly suppressing his desire.

No matter how many times Song Yu had lied to him, one thing was absolutely true

—kissing really felt good .

*

That night, Song Yu slept soundly without nightmares.

So, in the following days, when Shen Songchen suggested treatment, although he felt uncomfortable, he didn't refuse.

He just felt that Shen Songchen had become more clingy than before.

Specifically, in the past, they only spent time together during daytime missions, such as eating and sleeping. But recently, it seems like he's always by his side. If he tries to do something, Shen Songchen will do it for him the next second.

After finishing, he doesn't do anything else, doesn't say much, and just stares at him.

Sometimes Song Yu gets annoyed by the staring and wants to throw a tantrum, but Shen Songchen will suddenly kiss him on the cheek.

This has caused everyone at the base to gossip about them, and some people are even asking when they're getting married.

The progress bar remains stagnant, and the mission deadline is getting closer and closer.

Song Yu is so angry that he doesn't want to talk to anyone.

He feels like he might not be able to complete this world.

009 comforts him: "[It's okay, host. We'll find an opportunity to go out in a while, and we'll complete the mission on time.]"

Only the system is the most obedient.

Song Yu takes a bite of vegetables.

The food has been much better lately, and the vegetables have become fresher.

009: "[This is food from Shen Songchen's storage space.]"

Song Yu pauses, then hesitates: "[Is Shen Songchen really not planning to take revenge on me?]" 009

didn't answer the question, but reminded him: [Host, the protagonist is coming.]

Song Yu immediately looked up, and sure enough, the next moment, Qin Fei sat down opposite him.

Shen Songchen, whose expression had been gentle, immediately changed his demeanor.

"Here you go," Qin Fei said, pushing a bag of gummies from his pocket in front of Song Yu.

Shen Songchen's face stiffened.

Song Yu also sensed it; he was afraid the other wouldn't provide treatment and wanted to refuse, but the OOC warning went off.

His playboy persona wouldn't refuse something a man offered.

Song Yu put the bag of gummies away,

not daring to look at Shen Songchen's expression.

Actually, he could have used the pretext of distributing supplies to give Song Yu the extra items, but Qin Fei insisted on doing it in front of Shen Songchen.

It was like a deliberate provocation.

Once the rivalry between the two men started, it couldn't stop. Qin Fei seemed determined to steal Song Yu away, giving him things every few days and asking when they were going to break up.

Poor Song Yu.

While reluctantly accepting the gifts, his lips were practically raw from Shen Songchen's kisses.

Finally, after enduring a week like this, the base's supplies ran low.

The surrounding area had been thoroughly searched, and other areas were infested with monsters, making it impossible to venture out easily. Fortunately, they had received feedback from headquarters a couple of days prior that they could provide some supplies, but they were short-handed and needed to send someone to collect them.

Headquarters was far away, a full day's journey round trip.

Besides the two locations for ability users, some physically strong young men without abilities also applied for missions.

These men actually harbored ulterior motives, hoping to stay at headquarters.

Qin Fei saw through their intentions but didn't say anything; he had no right to interfere with their decisions, only informing those going on missions of the dangers they would encounter on the road, the possibility of death at any moment.

These men, though fearful, also held onto a sliver of hope, thinking that ability users would be there to protect them in critical moments.

With so many people and not enough vehicles, two spacious off-road vehicles were arranged.

While Shen Songchen was checking the fuel tank, his arm was suddenly grabbed.

He looked up and saw Song Yu looking up at him. "I want to go too."

Shen Songchen paused.

This trip would mean not seeing her for at least three days, and a strange emotion welled up inside him. He tried his best to suppress it. "The road is dangerous. Have you forgotten last time?"

"That was because I was alone. It won't be like this this time. I'll be a good girl and come with you, okay?" Song Yu said coquettishly.

However, her attempts to charm him seemed to have failed, and Shen Songchen looked troubled.

Song Yu, determined to complete the mission, simply put on a stern face: "Then you go ahead, I'll find someone else."

Shen Songchen's expression froze: "Who are you looking for?"

Song Yu glanced to the side and casually pointed to a young man: "I think he's quite handsome."

This young man was the one in charge of assigning tasks at the base; he was tall and thin, very handsome and pleasing to the eye. Hearing Song Yu praise his looks, his ears immediately turned red. He said to Shen Songchen, "Brother Shen, Song Yu is just joking," but his eyes kept glancing at Song Yu's face.

A single sentence was enough to make him lose his composure.

Perhaps even if Song Yu obediently stayed in her room, these people would still come knocking, asking if she wanted a new boyfriend.

Shen Songchen's expression grew increasingly worse, and seeing this, Song Yu immediately clung to his arm.

Those misty eyes looked over; the man's thoughts were in turmoil, and finally, he relented.

Seeing that she finally had a chance to do the mission, Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief and obediently sat next to Shen Songchen the whole way.

If nothing unexpected happened, their car would break down during this mission, and they would encounter monsters. Song Yu could take advantage of that to deliberately get injured.

This time, nothing unexpected happened.

The car stopped on time.

They were short-handed, so Shen Songchen got out of the car and told Song Yu to stay put and not wander off.

Song Yu nodded quickly ,

but secretly thought that if he didn't wander off, he wouldn't be able to complete the mission. As soon as Song Yu got out of the car

, he felt the ground tremble.

What was that…

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted, "It's a horde of zombies!"

Song Yu's heart skipped a beat. Before he could react, Shen Songchen grabbed him around

the waist. Qin Fei opened the car door, gestured for Song Yu to get in, and Song Yu was immediately pulled onto his lap.

He was facing the car window, watching helplessly as some slower-reacting individuals were swallowed up by the zombie horde, torn to shreds.

Shen Songchen immediately covered his eyes.

Song Yu's lips were tightly pressed together; he could feel his heart pounding.

Inside the car, some who hadn't been on missions before were screaming incessantly.

Jiang Ran, in the passenger seat, shushed the group: "Do you want to lure them here?"

The group shut up, but continued to tremble. They had originally planned to stay at the main base, but encountering this scene as soon as they stepped outside terrified them. They dropped the pretense: "You're superhumans! You have to protect us!"

Qin Fei had made it very clear before they came, but these people wouldn't listen and were now going back on their word, demanding to go back.

The zombies were invading outside, and the people inside were still making a ruckus. Qin Fei gave them a cold glance.

Jiang Ran was also incredibly annoyed.

Shen Songchen's expression was grim as he held Song Yu tightly in his arms.

This zombie horde was large. Sensing the presence of living people, they surrounded the car, tearing and gnawing at it with their sharp claws.

Soon, the car was completely surrounded, unable to move.

Some of the windows had already cracked; at this rate, they feared total annihilation.

Qin Fei quickly made a decision: "There's a large warehouse 500 meters away, let's go there to hide first."

This part was consistent with the original plot, only two or three sentences long. But he never expected it to be so dangerous in person.

Song Yu was given a dagger and protected in his arms the whole way. The group advanced slowly into the warehouse while firing shots.

Once inside, Song Yu saw that Shen Songchen's back was bleeding, with several bite wounds.

The zombies' teeth contained toxins that would cause the body to rot quickly. Shen Songchen had a self-healing ability; the poisonous blood in the wounds was slowly forced out, and then gradually closed up.

Due to excessive blood loss, Shen Songchen's lips began to turn pale, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

But his expression remained indifferent, as if he couldn't feel the wounds.

Pain...

Regardless of whether Shen Songchen could feel pain or not, Song Yu felt guilty.

The zombies inside the warehouse were quickly killed, but the zombies outside kept shaking the door, making terrifying noises.

“There’s a waterway in the back,” Qin Fei said during a lull in the conversation, “but we need to open the back door first.”

The back door was a very sturdy iron door; even for someone with Qin Fei’s abilities, it would be difficult to break it down quickly.

“Damn! The outer door is about to be breached!” Jiang Ran said, then glanced at the pale-faced Shen Songchen. “Brother Shen, are you alright?”

Song Yu looked at Shen Songchen worriedly.

He saw that the other man was staring at a ventilation duct on the wall.

A ventilation duct… he remembered!

In the original story, when they escaped to this warehouse, there was a ventilation duct in the room. They could climb into the duct to open the back door, creating a clear waterway to avoid zombie attacks.

Qin Fei quickly saw the ventilation duct as well and judged, “We probably can’t get in.”

The ventilation duct was small, and the person who could climb in in the original story wasn’t here.

The remaining people were all very tall and couldn’t squeeze in at all.

“I’ll go,” the boy’s voice was soft, but everyone present heard it.

Shen Songchen frowned immediately: "You—"

"I should be able to climb in." Song Yu interrupted him, glancing guiltily at his healing wound, "Let me do something too."

*

There was a strong smell of dust in the ventilation duct, and Song Yu couldn't stand upright, so he bent over and moved forward.

Halfway up, 009 suddenly sounded: [Host, progress bar is at 50%, you were injured during an outing, key plot point achieved.]

Song Yu was surprised.

Was he injured?

[When you were climbing, you scraped your hand. The system determined it to be an injury from an outing.]

Song Yu then felt a burning pain in his hand, but he didn't have time to care and continued climbing forward.

Finally, he saw light.

The steps weren't too high, and Song Yu climbed out of the passage and used the rusty key hanging there to open the door.

"Click"—a

very clear sound.

He heard someone call "Xiao Yu" from the other end, and just as he was about to respond, his mouth was covered by something behind him.

The next second, his hands and feet were bound, and a familiar scent wafted over.

Before losing consciousness, Song Yu felt delicate twigs probing into his mouth.

*

His head was spinning. *

Upon opening his eyes, Song Yu felt his wrist being wrapped around something.

The surroundings smelled wonderful, a blend of plant and sunlight.

His consciousness gradually returned, and he struggled to open his eyes.

Sure enough, his wrist was wrapped in thin, dark green vines. However, the wrapping was loose; there weren't even any red marks.

Is this… that vine?

Song Yu hadn't expected to encounter this monster again.

The monster wasn't there now. Song Yu tried to struggle, but the grip on his hands tightened.

He didn't dare move again.

Where was he…?

Song Yu looked around in surprise. Judging from the soft texture, this didn't seem like an ordinary house.

The color was very pink, and upon closer inspection, there were textures.

【Host.】

009's voice rang out.

Song Yu urgently called out: 【009!】

009: 【That vine monster followed you on the way, and helped you kill four zombies that were trying to attack you.】

The monster not only didn't harm him, but also protected him.

But why did it kidnap him?

【Host.】

Song Yu's heart pounded anxiously: 【Where is this…】

【This is a giant flower petal.】

Flower, flower petal?

Song Yu looked bewildered. Before he could ask anything, he heard 009 explain. 【It's where plants pollinate

.】

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