An Zhe shook his head. He couldn’t describe how he was feeling now. Lu Feng reached out to touch his forehead but found nothing. An Zhe held onto his shoulders, gasping for breath and unable to use any strength. He muttered, “I am uncomfortable…”

“Where are you uncomfortable?”

An Zhe wrapped himself around Lu Feng. It was difficult to describe his current feelings in human language. It was like… like being called by the season, waiting for something to happen. The last time he had this feeling was when the spore left. Still, this time it was different.

Was he going to make a new spore again and start a round of withering and rebirth? No, that wasn’t right. Currently, he just wanted to be close to Lu Feng. Lu Feng took this hand. The colonel’s hand was very cold but the next moment, An Zhe realized something. Lu Feng’s body temperature was normal while he himself was very hot.

He rubbed against Lu Feng’s shoulder, shaking his head and closing his eyes. Then he saw some blurry scenes in front of him.

Wind. The summer wind blew from the south of the Abyss. The jungle was a dark green sea that undulated in the wind. The new leaves of the vine also shook gently this summer. Summer was its flowering period. In the gap between the leaves, the snow-white flowers grew like mushrooms emerging from the soil after the rain. The petals dotted the sky.

Then wait. What was he waiting for? Waiting for the birds, waiting for the butterflies. What would the birds and butterflies do?

An Zhe grunted uncomfortably. The source of the problem was the vine. He had ignored Lu Feng’s warning and ate the juice from the fresh vine, causing these strange symptoms to appear. It was just like how he fell unconscious for three hours after eating the potato’s genes.

Lu Feng raised An Zhe’s head and patted his cheek gently. “An Zhe?”

An Zhe was sober but he couldn’t control his body. Lu Feng lifted An Zhe slightly away to check his condition, making An Zhe very uncomfortable. An Zhe continued to lie on Lu Feng while whispering, “The vine…”

“Does it hurt?”

An Zhe pulled done the soft vine hanging from the corridor to in front of him. “The vine.”

Lu Feng held An Zhe and was slightly relieved. An Zhe’s present appearance didn’t seem like he was in pain. Lu Feng patted An Zhe’s back. An Zhe hummed and thrust himself back into Lu Feng’s arms.