Chapter 67: Underwear of Different Sizes

He casually tossed out a statement that was like a thunderbolt out of the blue.

Even Lin Mu was stunned…

Sure, before the apocalypse, gay marriages were already no big deal.

But… isn’t this a bit too hasty?!

Fu Jingmo, who had been silent all this time, finally put down his chopsticks and looked up at Shen Rangchen.

“There’s no need for that… If you’re willing, just join us as a teammate.”

Lin Mu rubbed his forehead. Having He Ze around was already troublesome enough, and now Shen Rangchen was proving to be just as difficult. He appeared serious and rigid, but in reality, he didn’t understand social nuances.

“Alright, if you don’t want to, I won’t force you.”

Shen Rangchen put down his chopsticks and calmly wiped his mouth.

After the meal, He Ze was assigned to do the dishes, and the group dispersed to their rooms to sleep.

Lin Mu slowly made his way upstairs, and his mind was still occupied with thoughts about the space. He was considering trying again once he got back to his room to see if things really wouldn’t change while inside the space.

As he pushed open the door, he realized it was the same room where he had taken a nap earlier. Just as he closed the door, he noticed that Fu Jingmo had followed him in.

He was half a head taller than Lin Mu, and he reached out to brace himself against the doorframe. Lin Mu tilted his head slightly upward, the distance between them a bit too close. “What’s up? Is there something else?”

“Did I forget to mention that there are only three bedrooms, so the two of us will be sharing one?”

As he looked down at Lin Mu’s slightly blinking eyes, he felt a strange tickle in his heart, something odd and unfamiliar.

He pushed the door open and walked inside. Lin Mu didn’t say anything either; after all, they had shared a bed before and had squeezed into the back seat of a car together.

Having a place to sleep was already a blessing; there wasn’t much to be picky about. Sharing a room actually made it easier for the two of them to discuss matters.

The power supply in the safe zone would only last until 8 PM, leaving them with less than an hour. Lin Mu decided to take a shower first.

It had been a long time since he had a hot shower, and as the clean, warm water sprayed from the showerhead, he finally felt like he was reconnecting with civilized society.

The days of constant turmoil and uncertainty were truly unbearable. Thinking back on the journey, if it weren’t for Fu Jingmo, he couldn’t even count how many times he might have died.

Worried that the power could go out at any moment, Lin Mu showered quickly.

It was only after finishing his shower that Lin Mu realized all their clothes were still in the SUV. The clothes they had worn earlier were inevitably stained with zombie blood and mucus during the day, and after being tossed on the floor, they had become wrinkled and damp. There was no way he wanted to put them back on.

As he debated whether to ask Fu Jingmo to help search the room for some clothes, there was a sound at the bathroom door—three knocks, not too light, not too heavy.

“You forgot to bring clothes.”

They had already checked the room earlier, and there were a few sets of clothes in the closet—probably some kind of work uniforms, all white short-sleeved shirts with camouflage pants prepared for the bottom.

Remembering that Lin Mu hadn’t brought any clothes, Fu Jingmo picked out a set and also found a pair of underwear, then handed them all into the bathroom. 

…

The white underwear was placed together with the clothes, and Lin Mu couldn’t help but twitch his lips. Fu Jingmo had chosen a size that was surprisingly fitting…

He quickly changed into the clothes and stepped out of the bathroom, the cheap scent of the body wash lingering in the room. He ran a hand through his damp hair.

“Go take a shower; the power will probably go out soon.”

Fu Jingmo was standing by the window, looking outside. The row of single-story houses outside the low wall of the safe zone had already gone dark, not to mention the tents on the outermost edge.

He turned his gaze back, drew the curtains, picked up his clothes, and headed toward the bathroom. As they passed each other, Lin Mu caught a glimpse of Fu Jingmo’s underwear, which was a size larger than his own.

…Alright then, maybe that was the only pair left.

After finding a towel, Lin Mu dried the droplets of water from the ends of his hair, then sat cross-legged on the bed.

With the curtains drawn, he didn’t worry about being seen from outside. He wanted to try using his space ability again, so he reached out and absorbed the blanket from the bed into it.

It went smoothly. Encouraged, he got up and absorbed the bedside table, followed by the towel, clothes, and cup—everything in sight was swiftly stored away.

When the last table was taken in, Xiao Yuan suddenly shot out from his palm.

The tiny vine moved a few steps to the left, then a few steps to the right, its two little leaves shaking, looking as if it were in a fit of rage.

Ah, it seems like it’s angry…

“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to, I’ll let you out right away.”

Lin Mu gently patted the little leaves, apologizing verbally while inwardly finding the situation amusing.

The small sprout wrapped itself around his arm, poking him with its vine tip, very upset, very upset—after all, the table had nearly crashed down on its head!

It was still so small and fragile. What if it got hurt? It would take a hundred apologies to make it feel better!

Lin Mu spent quite some time stroking the leaves and saying all the right things, finally managing to calm Xiao Yuan down enough for it to retreat.

He quickly took out the table and chairs, so when Fu Jingmo came out of the bathroom, what he saw was Lin Mu standing guiltily amid the mess of furniture.

“What’s going on?”

“Uh, I was testing out the space. I’ll clean it up right away.”

The two of them quickly worked together to put everything back in place, and then they collapsed onto the bed. Fu Jingmo always kept his backpack with him.

So, apart from his backpack, all of Lin Mu’s belongings were still in the SUV.

He wasn’t too concerned about most of it, but that booklet from his parents was still in the bag. As for the situation on the cross-river bridge, who knew what was happening there now?

Lin Mu shook his head, deciding to let it go for now. There was no use forcing it—he’d have to wait for another opportunity.

“Tomorrow, I’ll talk to Wen Tang about going out to gather supplies. You can try using the space again, but remember, make sure no one notices.”

Fu Jingmo turned his head to look at him. Both of them carried the same scent of body wash, which somehow made them feel a bit closer.

“Okay.”

They didn’t say anything more. Having the rare chance to take a shower and get a full night’s rest, the two of them quickly fell asleep.