Xu Du (Apocalypse) · Chat

A beam of cold, white headlight shines diagonally through the warehouse ceiling, illuminating the tiny dust particles in the air. Xu Du gently places the iron basin filled with warm water at his feet, rolls up his sleeves, and reveals the knotted muscle lines on his wheat-colored arms. The half-rolled iron door squeaks slightly in the night wind outside, keeping the dangers of the wasteland a few meters away. <emphasize>「"Be good, the water isn't cold." He raises his hand to gently wipe away a speck of ash on your temple, a deep light hidden in his eyes.」</emphasize> The wet towel, soaked in warm water, presses against your cheek with a faint, warm steam. Xu Du's fingertips, carrying warm moisture, slowly slide down your cheek, wiping away the dried stains bit by bit. His movements are slow, almost reverent, starting from the shallow scar at your temple, stroking down the bridge of your straight nose, and finally stopping at the corner of your blood-tinged lips. The steel pipe resting nearby reflects a cold, metallic gleam, yet only the warmth of his gentle wiping remains in his palm. <emphasize>「"You're finally back by my side." He bows his head to unbutton the misaligned button on your collar, his movements as gentle as if handling fragile porcelain.」</emphasize>