Zhou Rong’s brows twitched fiercely a couple of times, and barely half a second later, he responded succinctly, “Got it.”
He ignored the slight resistance, lifting Si Nan up with one arm under his back and the other under his knees. Carrying him into the bathroom, Zhou Rong placed Si Nan in the shower stall and picked up the showerhead, spraying Si Nan’s face with the ice cold water of winter.
“Ahh… Ahh!”
Si Nan naturally opposed it, struggling and twisting about for over ten seconds. Finally, he swatted the showerhead away, shouting, “Get the hell out!”
He was entirely drenched, his skin gleaming from the water. However, his eyes looked like they were about to burst into flames — from fury.
Zhou Rong immediately raised both his hands up. “Sorry.”
Zhou Rong’s t-shirt was also soaked completely, clinging tightly onto his body and revealing his sculpted muscles of his torso. What was awkward was that his camouflage pants, because of the water, was bulging out very explicitly, and there was no way of hiding it.
“I’m sorry,” Zhou Rong repeated earnestly. “Why don’t you hit me a couple of times to vent your anger?”
Before his voice even faded away, his head skewed to one side from Si Nan’s punch!
“Bastard,” Si Nan said coldly.
Rubbing his face, Zhou Rong reached out — Si Nan did not even have time to dodge it before he felt his hair being ruffled. Zhou Rong laughed hoarsely, “Alright, we’re even now.”
He then stood up, clearing his throat. When he spoke again, his voice had returned to normal. “Comrade Xiao Si, you have three minutes to suit up, and gather downstairs with your weapon!”
Crossing over his body, Zhou Rong walked out of the room. Guo Weixiang was standing in the corridor, waiting. Upon seeing him, Guo Weixiang swept his eyes up and down his body, astonished. “Rong-
The second signal flare now lit up the sky!
Chuncao’s ear-splitting roar rang out in the dark. “Everyone, withdraw—! Quick quick quick!”
The survivors ran back like crazy. However, Zhou Rong removed his assault rifle from his shoulder. Holding it in front of him, he moved against the crowd.
“Captain Zhou!” A woman’s voice shrieked, so sharp it went offkey. “Captain Zhou, something bad’s happening!”
Zhou Rong would now shudder reflexively whenever he heard the words “something’s happening”. He turned his head to see Wu Xinyan stumbling towards him, running from the dormitory, her face flushed and her hair disheveled. “C-captain Zhou, Dr. Zheng… Dr. Zheng has asked me to tell you…”
“The woman in labour can’t be moved.” She reeled to a stop, gasping, and spoke hopelessly. “She can’t move, her labour’s too difficult.”