Syria, Safe Zone!
Sanderson rubbed his aching back and walked out of the dimly lit room.
Seeing Teresa, who had already donned her military uniform, suddenly open the door across the hall, Sanderson leaned on the doorframe and said with a tired expression, "Aren't you a bit too excited?"
Sanderson glanced at Teresa's sturdy waist and said, "Wake me up next time when you leave at night, or I'll always feel like a weakling."
Teresa reached out her calloused hand and touched Sanderson's scruffy face, laughing, "You did pretty well. I could feel you were trying your best."
Sanderson heard the room door next door suddenly open, and his old pal "Tailor" let out a nauseating weird laugh...
Feeling greatly the unfairness between men and women in this matter, Sanderson said helplessly, "Okay, okay, actually sleeping alone in the second half of the night is pretty comfortable."
