A flashy, flirtatious mechanical genius gong who bends like a mosquito coil X a restrained, secretly flirtatious scientist shou
The world's ended, so let's quit fooling around and flirting.
A mysterious virus strikes, cities disappear, and civilization and technology are lost.
Among the ruins of concrete and steel, the people left behind may vanish without warning.
Mysterious silver rings, buildings out of place, battlefields from the wrong era, strange symbols.
In the apocalypse, the absurd is reasonable.
“I hear the seaside far to the south is the last safe haven.”
“Then let's go. I'll take you on my motorcycle.”
Daolin took the glasses off the man in front of him and whistled.
“How about we make do with each other?”
“Sure.” Lu Haisang brushed the loose hair from his forehead behind his ear. His gloved hand drifted lower, tracing the shape over his jeans.
When Daolin tried to catch that wandering hand, the man straightened up, took back his glasses, and slid them onto the bridge of his nose. He tapped the crotch twice with the back of a small knife.
“When I feel like using it, I'll come and ‘take it’ myself.”
