As for the underwear, it has quite a history. Qinghan saw me fall into the sea of flames on the island. When he got back, he somehow acquired a few sets of special underwear that look like yoga or jogging outfits, but are waterproof and fireproof.
It's obvious they must be expensive, but Qinghan said, as a public servant, I need to maintain a good image and avoid streaking unless absolutely necessary.
Maybe because the fabric is particularly rare and precious, he said there's only enough to make underwear, not outerwear.
"What are you doing?" Wang Le emerged from the light orb, just in time to bump into me. I was about to go in while he was coming out. Our eyes met, and he saw me holding a lighter, dressed in a sporty short set, like a knock-off torch bearer.
"Ah, oh, I came in to find you guys."
"What are you doing with that lighter?"
"To light up."
"Huh?"
