In the sleepy pocket of Ah Liao’s clothes, the ginseng had been dozing off when it suddenly smelled something delicious.
The little ginseng crawled out of the pocket without anyone noticing.
“Little bunny! Little bunny!”
At that moment, Wen Qi was happily munching on a chicken drumstick.
So good.
The ginseng jumped onto the table.
Ah Liao finally noticed it.
“Oh hey, ginseng, you’re awake?” Ah Liao glanced into his pocket earlier and saw it completely motionless. Only after asking Wen Qi did he realize this thing had been sleeping the whole time.
“Little bunny, you’re eating good food without calling me!” The ginseng put its little whisker-like arms on its hips.
“Eat,” Wen Qi said simply, pushing a piece of chicken toward it. She was too busy eating to care.
The ginseng immediately wrapped the chicken up and tried to eat it—
Only for Ah Liao to snatch it away with chopsticks.
“Wait, can this thing even eat meat?” Ah Liao questioned.
“I am NOT an ordinary ginseng!” the little ginseng protested angrily.
“It wants to eat,” Wen Qi added, also unsure.
Ah Liao made a wild guess. “If it eats this, will it turn into a chicken hotpot-flavored ginseng?”
“HOW DARE YOU!” the ginseng shouted, grabbing the chicken again.
“Munch… munch… you know what… munch… this is actually really good… munch…”
“…Ah, it’s delicious. Little Wen Qi, ever since I met you, my life has become amazing,” Ah Liao said, lying back on the sofa and patting his stomach.
Wen Qi also looked very satisfied.
Humans are really good at food innovation.
Meanwhile, Simplified Jian An and Ji Chen were cleaning up.
Wen Qi, Ah Liao, and even the ginseng leaned back lazily, enjoying the view.
Jian An sat beside Wen Qi and naturally took over massaging her belly since she didn’t want to do it herself.
His hands pressed gently through her clothes—soft, warm, comforting.
So soft…
If only…
Cough.
He awkwardly crossed his legs.
Wen Qi tilted her head at him.
Is he sick? Why is he coughing again?
She wrapped her arms around his waist and snuggled into his chest, lightly patting his back.
Jian An froze instantly.
Then softened completely.
He patted her back in return and tightened his hold.
After eating and resting, they resumed their journey back.
Jian An suddenly remembered their mission: retrieving supplies from a hospital.
“Baby Wen Qi, what exactly is your space ability? How did you manage to pull out an entire building?” he asked.
Ah Liao and Ji Chen immediately leaned in to listen. Even the ginseng jumped onto Ah Liao’s head.
Wen Qi blinked.
“It just works like that. But the range is about 50 meters. And after taking several buildings, the space in my magic treasure is getting a bit tight.”
Inside her “Ruyi Treasure,” there was already a supermarket, a hospital, a small wooden house, and farmland.
And each use of the space consumed spiritual energy—small amounts, but it accumulated.
She glanced at Jian An.
She still needed to stay by his side!
“Baby, put some medical equipment into my space. That way we can submit mission items from there. And don’t ever tell anyone about your space,” Jian An said firmly.
Absolutely not.
Her unusual space.
Strange pills.
And that suspicious sickle.
Her combat ability.
Nothing about her matched this world.
He couldn’t let her become a target.
“Okay, I won’t tell,” Wen Qi said obediently, even sealing her lips with a gesture.
Ah Liao perked up. “Little Wen Qi, does your supermarket have a lot of food?”
“Lots!” she replied immediately.
Ah Liao grinned. “Then I’m relieved.”
Ji Chen drove. “Should we find a place to rest tonight? It’s still quite far from the base.”
“Yeah,” Jian An agreed. Traveling at night wasn’t ideal.
After a long drive, they finally saw signs of a city.
Ah Liao was about to speak, but in the rearview mirror he saw Wen Qi sleeping soundly under a blanket, her face flushed, curled up in Jian An’s arms.
And Jian An’s cold gaze met his through the mirror.
Ah Liao instantly shut up.
Jian An lowered his eyes at the sleeping girl.
She was warm, soft, breathing evenly.
He held her hand gently, resting his chin on her head.
Wen Qi instinctively shifted closer, burying her face into his neck.
Jian An let out a soft laugh.
This little troublemaker—staying up at night, sleeping all day.
He lightly touched her cheek, his eyes darkening.
If no one else was here… the way to wake her would definitely not be this gentle.
Wen Qi slowly opened her eyes.
So close.
His lashes… his nose… his lips—
So red.
She swallowed unconsciously.
Jian An noticed her gaze and his throat tightened.
Damn it. If this weren’t a car full of people…
He leaned back slightly and gave her water.
“Drink some water, baby.”
She nodded.
Soon they arrived at a library Ji Chen had chosen—quiet, low zombie presence, and useful books.
They prepared to enter.
Jian An held a silenced gun. Ji Chen unlocked the door. Ah Liao gripped his metal staff.
Wen Qi followed closely with a sickle.
A zombie in a librarian uniform rushed forward—
A shot to the head.
The rest were quickly eliminated in silence.
The entire process was swift, clean, and quiet.