A week later, the government was still apparently discussing how to save the world, even though they believed that they had perfected the cure.
Personally?
I thought they should maybe hurry up a little.
Then again, I was pretty sure that the government's whole M.O was 'hurry up and wait'.
I was sprawled across the couch with my upper body leaning against Yuche while some historical drama played on the television in front of us. The internet had been in and out all week, but for the moment, Netflix was still functioning, which meant civilization hadn't completely collapsed yet.
Probably.
Lingyun sat on the sectional beside me, my legs and feet on his lap. He had started lazily massaging one of my feet while complaining dramatically every few minutes that he thought I was just using him for manual labor.
Which was ridiculous.
That was exactly what I was using him for and everyone in the room knew it
