"When did you put your uniform on under your pajamas?" As Su Ming flew along the ceiling toward the accident area, he curiously looked Carol over. "When you were passed out earlier, I clearly saw that you weren't wearing anything underneath. Your belly was showing, too."
Captain Marvel, who had been wearing a serious expression, froze for a moment. Her ears visibly turned red, but she still answered with feigned nonchalance.
"I put it on underneath while washing up in the bathroom. I put the pajamas back on because I thought that if nothing happened, I'd just go back to sleep. But the fact that you don't know that means you weren't peeking at what I was doing in the bathroom."
"I'm not Constantine. I don't enjoy watching people pee."
Having gotten his answer, Deathstroke glanced toward an empty direction and raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know this person you're talking about, but he sounds like a total scumbag. So disgusting." Carol rolled her eyes and curled her lip in disdain, but she had no time to offer more opinions. The two had already reached the quarantine gate outside District Nine.
There were plenty of people nearby: adventurers who had only just entered space, as well as Men in Black responsible for maintaining order. The place was in an uproar.
It was everyone's first time in space, and they had run into such a sudden accident. It was impossible not to panic at all.
It was like being on a ship at sea on Earth, only for the cabin to explode in the middle of the ocean. Except this was space, where people would not even have the chance to put on life jackets and swim.
Of course, everything had two sides. There were no sharks in space, so if