After getting the shocking news of his life, Kang was still left in a dazed state. He could not think of anything else... flamethrower. It was vividly occupying his imagination.
His brother, on the other hand, was casually getting ready for bed. "What are you still thinking about?" he patted his head.
"Flamethrowers…." He mumbled blankly.
"You silly goose," Chuckling Gwyn carried him over to the bed and covered him up in a soft fleece blanket. "Sleep, you will need a lot of energy for your rut. Conserve as much energy as you can,"
He didn't even realize how tired he was until now. His eyes refused to stay open. "Goodnight." he mumbled, hugging the blanket close.
"Hmm sweet dreams Zhuzhu,"
Darkness occupied his dream.
