Apocalypse Invasion: Survival on the Infinite Train
Zhong Shuang thought she wouldn't be able to sleep, but as Ming Chu rummaged through her bag, shifting through beads and gold and silver jewelry, the faint sound of friction and metal clinking actually lulled her to sleep quickly.
Ming Chu casually tucked the quilt around her and continued selecting carriers.
A space with sharp edges was actually quite dangerous; round, accommodating objects were much easier to use as containers.
In the end, Ming Chu selected a silver earring, two jade beads, and three 2g gold nuggets.
These weren't very big; the jade beads were only about the size of soybeans, just rounder.
Actually, making spaces was indeed harder the larger they were. After Ming Chu had made over a dozen spaces, some even exceeding 10 cubic meters, making small spaces under 1 cubic meter was easy for her.
The loss rate was also low; only one jade bead was ruined, so she picked another one, and it was done.
It took a total of an hour and a half.
Ming Chu heard voices outside, so she gently opened the door and walked out.
"Pick one for yourself. These beads can be strung with red cord."
Yan Yan and Xu Ruo, who were on night watch, began learning how to braid the red cord following a tutorial Mengmeng pulled up. Ming Chu yawned and went back to the room to lie on the bed.
Now, whenever she wanted to sleep, drowsiness would quickly wash over her.
In her half-asleep state, she just patted Zhong Shuang's quilt. "Keep sleeping, don't overthink it. I just gave away a few things..."
As soon as she finished speaking, her breathing became steady.
Zhong Shuang, who had been pretending to keep her eyes closed, opened them. Her gaze was filled with complexity as she turned to look at Ming Chu.
The room was very dim, so she couldn't see anything; she could only tell where Ming Chu was from the long, steady breathing.
Just now, Ming Chu had been patting her to soothe her through the quilt, and her hand hadn't even had time to pull back.
It was still resting on her waist, a light, gentle weight.
Hmph.
Zhong Shuang let out a soft scoff.