Fack!!
Feng Mountain cursed inwardly, only then realizing he was still clutching that damned G-string.
He looked around helplessly, a tumultuous mix of emotions churning within him.
'I should give it back.'
Natasha had already made herself perfectly clear.
She'd touched it, so it was 'dirty' and she didn't want it anymore, yet she'd insisted on shoving it at him as a return gift.
But holding this thing was like holding a hot potato.
Feng Mountain felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, completely ill at ease.
Finally, he let out a heavy sigh, his face a mask of resignation, and put the G-string back in his pocket.
Right now, the cold snap crisis was imminent.
The top priority was to focus on solving the camp's urgent problems.
As for this awkward gift, he would just have to wait until the disaster passed and find a chance to get rid of it quietly.
'Hopefully, everyone will have forgotten about this whole mess by then.'
He went to the storage room.
