C42 Interlocking Heart with Ten Fingers

Luo Beiyao grasped Su Mu's wrist tighter. Seeing that the other party didn't seem to want to break away, the corner of Luo Beiyao's mouth couldn't help but slightly rise.

Su Mu pursed his dark red lips and kept comforting himself that they were all men and that it was fine to hold hands.

For example, his good comrade from before grew up in the same pair of pants. In this apocalyptic world