Chapter 8: The Right Way to Wear Stockings (Extra Chapter for Monthly Tickets) (Continued)

"How could I? Since you've come all this way, I have to be a good host."

Zhang Min hurriedly cut in, then said,

"How about this? I still have some mutton, so let's have hot pot."

Hot pot?

Tsk, tsk. What a luxury!

"All right. I'll go along with the host's wishes."

Hot pot! Hot pot!

A faint smile crept onto my lips. Zhang Min smiled, turned, and left, politely closing the door behind him.

I didn't know why Zhang Min was being so warm toward a stranger like me, but hot pot... Tsk. Just thinking about it made me so hungry I could hardly stand it.

I was craving it so badly.

How long had it been since I'd eaten such a luxury?

A year? Two?

No, no... counting the time I'd been unconscious, it had been five whole years!

At some point, the air conditioner in the room had been switched on too.

I really did love hot pot. The last time Long Tianfeng invited me to have some, I'd braved the scorching heat to go. But... heh. The world changed that very day.

Damn this world.

Lying on the bed, I relaxed my body and felt the muscles in my arms steadily recovering their strength. I had no idea how much I'd recover. My current condition was already almost the same as it had been before I fell unconscious, but judging by my body, I might keep getting better.

Come to think of it, I was still curious about what the hell had happened.

Why had I passed out for no reason?

Had something happened during that time?

I remembered... I'd just recovered from my injuries. The one who'd hurt me was that little brat, Long Tianfeng.

Wait... Long Tianfeng had injured me?

I'd healed up?

Then,