Lightning flashed, and fine raindrops lashed violently against the earth like ribbons, making a crackling sound.
The burly man idly shook his legs, rhythmically tapping his rough hands on the wooden table.
Suddenly, a coquettish sneeze sounded from the entrance of the living room. The man looked up, and it was Huang Yaru who walked in.
"Wow, this breeze feels so nice!" Unconsciously exclaiming, Huang Yaru turned her face and smiled at the man.
The man couldn’t help but glance a few more times before quickly retracting his gaze, responding somewhat awkwardly, "Ah, yes, yes, uh~ much cooler, much cooler, haha! By the way, Miss Huang, you, be careful, wearing so little, you might catch a cold!"
"Pfft," Huang Yaru giggled, covering her face, and then swayed to the man’s side, reaching out her hand.
The man, unexperienced with such a situation, tried hard to restrain himself, staring outside at the increasingly dense curtain of rain, as if he were a wooden figure, completely still.
Seeing the man on edge, the corner of Huang Yaru’s lips curved into a meaningful smile.
Just moments ago, while taking a shower, she had carefully considered the current situation.
It was clear that Tang Xiaoquan still held a grudge against her, even though she had done her best to show goodwill, even washing clothes, cooking, and taking care of their child for them. Yet she still couldn’t earn their trust.
Conversely, Wang Qiang, whom she had high hopes for, turned out to be a brainless follower, whose only merit was being somewhat robust in appearance.
Especially after today’s encounter with the zombies outside, where he not only failed to protect her but also yelled at her at a crucial moment.
Thus, she was extremely disappointed in Wang Qiang and realized deeply that sticking with King Tang and his group was not a long-term plan.
But fortunately, the man appeared at this time, his timely appearance undoubtedly provided Huang Yaru with a great opportunity to find a replacement.
The man, aged 40, though just a plumber, had faced considerable ups and downs, thus possessing much more experience compared to Wang and Tang, who had just stepped out of university.
As for physical strength, a farmer’s man naturally had thick skin and a sturdy build due to years of labor.
Lastly, and most importantly, the man wouldn’t be controlled by Tang Xiaoquan, and this was precisely the key reason Huang Yaru decided to win him over.
The man remained indifferent, but Huang Yaru didn’t mind.
Because she understood men well, she didn’t believe that a man could control his innate impulses with willpower, especially in face of a woman as alluring as herself.
Huang Yaru had blind confidence in her charm, and she continued pretending to dry her hair while occasionally making contact with him.
And such provocative actions undoubtedly added fuel to the fire for the man.
"Miss Huang, why aren’t you going to bed yet!" The man was extremely uncomfortable, attempting to persuade her to return to the room and rest, thereby easing his restless mind.
"Haha!" Again, a charming smile, Huang Yaru whispered, "Brother Du, my hair isn’t dry yet."
Such blatant dialogue, even a fool could hear the underlying meaning in Huang Yaru’s words.
"Cough cough!" After a couple of awkward coughs, the man clearly couldn’t withstand Huang Yaru’s fierce advances: "Haha, um, um..."
"What?" Realizing the time was ripe, Huang Yaru didn’t give the man a chance to think, tilting her body immediately.
The man instantly tensed up.
"Haha, Brother Du, why are you so nervous." Seeing the victory imminent, Huang Yaru knew that the man’s defenses were on the brink of collapse.
Finally, the man surrendered.
Huang Yaru was indeed an expert in this regard, but she wouldn’t give herself up for nothing; equal exchange was always the rule in their business.
"Brother Du, since we’ve gone this far, you can’t abandon me in the future!"
The image of his wife flashed in his mind, and for a moment the man felt a bit guilty, but soon he was relieved.
After all, in these apocalyptic times, whether his wife far away was alive or dead was unknown, and even he himself might not live to see tomorrow.
So, enjoying the moment was all that mattered.
Thinking this, the man suddenly felt enlightened. He pulled Huang Yaru into a strong embrace, nodding to assure, "Don’t worry, Yaru, I will protect you from now on!"
Having paid such a heavy price, this assurance was exactly what Huang Yaru was after, and she instantly revealed a smug smile. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel⟡fire.net
The rain continued to pour heavily outside, and the two intertwined shadows of the man and Huang Yaru mingled together. They were lost in debauchery, completely forgetting themselves, yet neither realized that the scythe of death was already poised at their necks...