'Michelle, are you okay?"
Charles hurriedly took off his own duvet and put it on Michelle, cradling her in his arms as the latter shook her head tiredly, her eyes full of happiness.
Not one to be petty, Henry casually tossed Charles a new duvet card, 'Go back to the car and rest, don't catch a cold."
'Thanks." Charles' eyes were full of gratitude.
'Thanks." Michelle nodded back.
Taking advantage of the work of the two resting to regain their strength, Henry began to clean up the battlefield, pocketing one card after another, unfortunately, most of them were white and green cards, the number of blue cards was very small, and the occasional silver card could be seen.
But with the principle that even a grasshopper's leg is meat, picking up a little bit is a little bit, right?
'I'm rest
