"Because of that, a lot of won tried to win his heart, but none of them succeeded," Seraphina sighed. "We thought he didn’t like girls at all, but now ... I can see he does like girls, just one girl, though."
deia blinked a few tis and quickly averted her gaze to the other side. She coughed. "Maybe he was just too focused on his career back then."
Or maybe he was just as pure as a priest! deia thought to herself, but then imdiately shook her head. After spending a night with him, she knew for a fact he was definitely not as pure as a priest!
"Maybe," Seraphina replied, patting her shoulder. "But who cares about the past? The important thing is that he looks happier now, with you." She smiled warmly. "That’s why I hope you won’t hurt our little angel’s feelings."
Little angel? deia nearly snorted. Their so-called "little angel" was secretly a devil in disguise. Everyone in the base had been terrified of him ever since he started training them.
"I won’t," deia said firmly. "I promise."
Even though deia didn’t openly say that she loved him, Seraphina could see it. Both of them were so deeply in love that words weren’t needed to prove it.
"Well," deia said, steering the conversation in another direction, "it looks like you have enough thick jackets here. I’ll ask soone to bring blankets for you. And if you feel sick, you can head to the dical bay. We have doctors on-site."
deia explained all the facilities available at the base to Seraphina, making the woman think that the Red Star was so perfect she didn’t want to leave anymore after spending just one day there.
• • •
When the sun had set, Sister Jeanne called everyone to have dinner in the first-floor hall. However, deia didn’t go there right away and returned to her tent instead.
She saw Lucian trying to dry his wet hair. Water dripped from his hair to his neck, then down to his white shirt.
deia couldn’t help but swallow hard. How could soone be so effortlessly handso and sexy?
Lucian noticed her presence and looked up, a small smile forming on his lips. "Hey," he greeted. "You’re not joining the others for dinner?"
deia walked into the makeshift quarter, then sat on the bed. "I will. I just wanted to check if you were going."
Lucian chuckled, running a hand through his damp hair. "I’ll go in a bit. I need to dry my hair first."
deia held her breath as she noticed the water droplets clinging to the fabric of his shirt, making it slightly transparent.
Was he planning to go to dinner or planning to be deia’s dinner?
"Your shirt will get wet again if you dry your hair after getting dressed," deia tapped her leg on the floor beneath her. "Sit here and take off your shirt."
Lucian obediently did as she said, sitting on the floor while deia sat on the bed behind him. When he took off his shirt, deia grabbed the towel and began drying his damp hair.
She smiled faintly because Lucian looked like a wet dog. His golden hair felt so soft and fluffy, making deia couldn’t help but brush it with her fingers.
"Lucian," deia called him softly. "When I helped Phina unpack her bag, I saw your picture in the magazine."
Lucian leaned back against deia and tilted his head up. "Really? I can’t believe she still has those old magazines." He smiled, showing no intention of hiding his past. "What do you think? Was I handso when I was young?"
"What do you an?" deia lowered her head to place a soft kiss on his forehead. "You’re handso no matter what age you are. But yeah, your younger self did look different. I almost didn’t recognize you."
It made sense that his face looked so different. Before the apocalypse, he had been a famous athlete and model, so naturally, he had taken exceptional care of his appearance with countless skincare products and beauty routines.
However, that didn’t an his current face looked any less stunning. Like she said, his handsoness wouldn’t fade, even now that he was in his thirties. Except for a few faint wrinkles near his eyes, he was still perfect.
"But the most important thing is, you must have had a lot of money back then, right?" deia hugged him tightly, burying her face in his neck. "What a sha. I could’ve bought anything I wanted if this world hadn’t fallen apart."
Lucian paused for a mont, then gently stroked her hair. "I can still give you whatever you want, even if I don’t have money anymore," he said, his tone serious. "Don’t be sad."
deia growled inwardly. How could soone act so adorable and endearing?
"Lucian, I will stay with you no matter what," she said softly. "But ... can I ask you a favor?"
"What is it, love?" he asked, turning his head slightly to look at her.
He really needed to stop calling her that before she ended up having a heart attack.
"Do you know where I can find a mammoth mutant?" deia asked hesitantly.
Lucian turned around to face her more comfortably. "Why do you want to find a mutant mammoth? Do you need sothing from it?"
deia averted her gaze, debating whether she should tell him that she needed to make a blanket from the mammoth’s fur. But wasn’t that such a strange thing to say? They could find other blankets, so why go after sothing as difficult as mammoth fur?
"You can’t tell , can you?" Lucian asked, raising an eyebrow at her hesitation.
deia hugged Lucian tighter and humd. "I’m sorry."
deia wondered how long Lucian would keep accepting her tendency to keep so many things a secret. Why didn’t he ever seem suspicious or curious? Or maybe ... maybe he knew about the system?
No, that didn’t sound logical.
But what if it was the truth?
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