Luo Di awoke to find that it was already the evening of the second day of the gathering.
He had slept for a full 15 hours to recover from complete physical exhaustion.
"My fingers are even cramping a little..."
Luo Di struggled to sit up, only to unexpectedly discover that his body, wrapped in bedding, was without any clothes, not even his boxer shorts.
His gaze quickly found that his clothes had been washed and dried, neatly folded on a chair not too far away.
He was the only one in the large bedroom, and the squad leader was nowhere to be found.
Just as he got up to fetch his clothes.
Creak~ The door opened!
The squad leader, holding a giant roasted lamb leg, had just returned from outside.
The light from the hallway streamed through the door gap and fell onto Luo Di in vertical lines,
highlighting his body, covered in scars from tortures and perfect muscular curves, to the squad leader's view.
Such a highly artistic body made her pause for a moment.
