When Lu Zhan was betrayed by his henchmen and his hands and feet were abandoned in the putrid black rain and mud, he thought this was the end.
Until a clean fingertip exuding the fragrance of fresh grass and wood pinched his blood-stained collar.
Later, everyone thought that the cold and bloodthirsty former commander-in-chief was mentally controlled by Shen Xingsui. Little did they know that every late night when there was heavy rain, this lightning tyrant would lose control and tear steel. Only by returning to Shen Xingsui's territory could he be calmed down.
His five senses were overloaded and he was in agony from the radiation, but he buried his face tightly into the back of Shen Xingsui's earthy neck.
The tall man looked like a broken beast that was afraid of being abandoned. His hands were tightly wrapped around the young man's frail back, and he was trembling even as he breathed. "I killed them all... Don't leave me behind."
Shen Xingsui allowed the man's hot body temperature to wrap around him. He smiled and rubbed his sweaty short hair, but his eyes were colder than the cold rain outside the window: "As long as you remain my sharpest dog, I will control you for the rest of your life."
Purpose: Build an ideal home in the doomsday wasteland