15: Chapter 15 I Want to See You Take a Bath

Before long, Xiao Xue was leaning against the cold wall, her small face deathly pale.

The enthusiastic response she had anticipated did not appear.

There was no rush of solicitous concern, no eager attempts to curry favor or show off.

Her phone would occasionally light up, popping up a few messages, mostly from those familiar IDs, the "veteran simps" who had been constantly seeking her attention in her social media circle and livestream room for years.

The content was nothing more than cheap concern and hollow comfort, mixed with complaints about their own situations.

The core idea was that they were struggling too, but since their goddess was in need, they would "definitely do their best."

As for those targets she felt had more "substance," or who were more easily blinded by beauty, most of them were like stones dropped into the ocean, with no news at all.

In the end, only two people clearly expressed their willingness to provide food support.

One of them was the programmer named Zhang Wei, who promised to share a small bag of biscuits and two bottles of mineral water with her.

The other was a middle-aged man living downstairs who used to always find excuses to chat her up; he said he could give her half a bag of instant noodles, but he had to be allowed into her room.

Half a bag...

Xiao Xue looked at that stingy reply on her phone screen and almost laughed in anger.

Just this little bit? Are they trying to dismiss a beggar?

She was Xiao Xue!

The beautiful streamer whose chat room was flooded with rockets and sports cars!

In the past, those men would spend half a month's salary just to add her on WeChat or to say a word to her.

Now, they wanted to trade a few biscuits and half a bag of instant noodles for her gratitude?

The emptiness in her stomach struck again, accompanied by waves of weak dizziness.

But reality was cruel.

Her beauty, which she had been so proud of, seemed to be rapidly depreciating in the face of a real survival crisis.

Those two men willing to offer food were no longer the mindless simps they used to be.

"Damn it..."

Xiao Xue cursed under her breath and irritably grabbed at her hair.

Relying on these few biscuits and half a bag of instant noodles to survive? It was simply unrealistic.

Song Yang, that bastard; she thought of that man who had rejected her again.

He must still have plenty of food at home! Why shouldn't he give her some?

But she also knew that since she had berated Song Yang as worthless back then, it was indeed understandable that he wouldn't give her a pleasant look.

She had to think of another way.

...

Noon.

Outside, it was still pitch black.

Due to the existence of the monsters, although the power hadn't been cut yet, no one dared to turn on the lights, fearing it would attract the monsters.

But Song Yang's home was brightly lit at this moment.

His windows not only had thick curtains but also a layer of steel plate, completely blocking out the light.

A movie was playing on the large television screen.

To prevent life during the apocalypse from being boring, he had bought a lot of entertainment equipment, all stored in his system space, ready to be taken out at any time.

After getting tired on the treadmill, watching a movie to relax was also a good choice.

The phone screen lit up again.

It was still Xiao Xue.

This time it wasn't a voice message, but a series of text messages, along with several pitiful-looking emojis.

"Wuwuwu, Song Yang, I beg you, I really can't stand the hunger anymore, please sell me some food, just a little bit is fine!"

"If three times the price isn't enough, then four times! How about four times? I can also give you my jewelry, bags, and things like that in exchange for food, okay?"

"We are all Neighbors, you can't just stand by and watch me die, right? I, I'm really about to starve to death..."

Song Yang looked at the text on the screen, his eyes showing no fluctuation.

Panicking?

It had only just begun.

In his previous life, he had been more panicked and more desperate than her.

Back then, never mind four times the price, even at a hundred times the price, you couldn't buy a single bite to eat.

In the face of the apocalypse, human nature is the thing that can withstand the least testing.

He did not reply to Xiao Xue's message, directly turned off the phone screen, and continued watching the movie.

In the movie, the male and female leads were strolling on the beach, with sunlight spilling over the sea, sparkling.

It's so nice, sunlight.

Who knows when he would be able to see sunlight again.

The phone lit up again.

It wasn't a message from Xiao Xue.

It was a video call from Zhang Xinmei.

He pressed the answer button.

Zhang Xinmei's charming face appeared on the screen.

Judging by the background, she should be in an underground safe house.

"What are you doing?"

Zhang Xinmei was wearing pajamas, lying lazily on the sofa, looking at him with a smile.

"Getting ready to take a shower."

Song Yang replied.

"Oh? Can I watch you take a shower then?"

Zhang Xinmei blinked her big eyes and smiled mischievously.

"Only the head."

Song Yang walked into the bathroom, aimed the phone camera at himself, revealing only his head.

"No, I want to see your whole body."

Zhang Xinmei pouted coquettishly.

"No."

"Just a little peek, okay?"

Zhang Xinmei continued to pester him, her voice dripping with sweetness.

"Then only the upper body."

Song Yang moved the phone down, revealing his toned upper body.

Water droplets slid down his solid muscle lines, his abdominal muscles clearly defined.

"Wow, your body is so good!"

"Where else do you want to see?"

Song Yang suddenly asked.

"Below, a little further down."

Zhang Xinmei pouted coquettishly again.

"That won't do."

Song Yang pretended to be troubled.

"I beg you, just a little bit further down, okay? Let me see, and after that, I'll agree to whatever you want to do!"

"Anything I want to do?" Song Yang laughed.

"Anything at all!"

Zhang Xinmei laughed.

"Alright, alright, just a little bit."

Song Yang moved the camera.

Zhang Xinmei opened her eyes wide, not wanting to miss a single detail.

"No screen recording."

"I won't, I won't."

A long time later, as Song Yang hung up the video call, Zhang Xinmei was still wanting more.

It was lethal.

The way Song Yang looked in the video, with his wet hair and water droplets rolling down his muscle lines.

It made her inexplicably excited.

This man really was a monster.

In the apocalypse, other men were either starving to the point of being unrecognizable or living in constant fear.

Only he lived as if nothing had happened, even adding a bit of wild charm compared to peacetime.

She really wanted to rush to his place right now and shower with him...

As soon as this thought popped up, she forcibly suppressed it.

She knew better than anyone what the situation was like outside.

That omnipresent darkness and the lurking monsters were a chasm she could not cross at this moment.

She licked her somewhat dry lips, the lingering warmth seemingly still coursing through her body.

That man really knew how to seduce people.

It was a pity that through the screen, it was ultimately just scratching an itch through a boot, unable to truly touch him.

While the safe house was indeed safe, it was also like a magnificent cage, trapping her here.

She turned over, buried her face in the soft sofa cushion, and took a deep breath, imagining the masculine scent of the man, a mix of body wash and sweat.

Yes, she was very thirsty.

It was all Song Yang's fault for not locking the door that night, reminding her again of the pleasures of being a woman.

Song Yang...

She silently repeated this name again.

The things he had must be even more than she imagined.

Food, water, a safe environment, and perhaps even weapons.

She had to hold on tight.

In the apocalypse, such a man was simply a walking treasure.

Not only could he provide material security, but he could also bring spiritual comfort and a sense of safety.

Although she had also hoarded some food, it wouldn't last a few weeks for two people to eat.

Sooner or later, she would have to seek Song Yang's help.

She just didn't know what kind of price she and her niece Zhang Yu would have to pay when that time came.