If one second ago Wen Yu had still planned to be a lone wolf, clutching her supplies and surviving quietly until the end of the apocalypse,
then in this second, she changed her mind.
As the male lead of the novel, Pei Ye was someone who made it all the way to the end of the apocalypse—a true big boss in every sense.
With him protecting her and ten billion worth of supplies backing her up, she might not be able to dominate the apocalypse, but continuing to live like the young lady she was shouldn’t be a problem.
A barely noticeable trace of cunning flashed in Wen Yu’s eyes.
As his fiancée—and having just been taken by him—using him as a bodyguard for a while shouldn’t be too much, right…
The corner of her lips curled slightly beneath the handkerchief. Only after her breathing had completely steadied did Wen Yu soften her voice and ask knowingly,
“What’s going on?”
“I’m not sure yet. Let’s leave first.”
“Okay.”
The two avoided the frenzied male zombie and quickly moved toward the entrance. Just as they reached the glass doors, the doors were pushed open from the outside.
A group of people poured in one after another.
Following right behind them were grotesque, blood-smeared faces.
Some of those faces couldn’t stop in time and slammed directly into the glass doors, causing their already rotting features to shatter and slowly slide down the glass along with streaks of blood.
The visual impact was overwhelming. Wen Yu couldn’t hold it in and turned her head to retch.
So disgusting.
No matter how much mental preparation she had done, she still couldn’t face something like this. Wen Yu wailed inwardly—why did she have to come to the apocalypse!!!
The male zombie that had been rampaging in the hotel lobby was subdued by the security guards who rushed over with riot forks.
Before everyone could even catch their breath, they saw the zombies outside the door and began wailing again.
“What the hell are those things?!”
“Help! So disgusting, so terrifying! Is anyone coming to save us?!”
“Call the police! Yes, yes, hurry and call the police!”
Pei Ye remained relatively calm.
He had no intention of confronting the zombies head-on. Pulling Wen Yu, who was still retching, he planned to find another exit.
But before they could move, a voice came from behind them.
Amid the endless wailing and screaming, that voice sounded like a flowing spring—clear and clean, soothing to the heart.
“Brother Pei Ye… is that really you?”
Hearing the voice, Wen Yu instinctively looked over.
A woman wearing a floral dress appeared before them, delicate and graceful.
She was bright and beautiful, her eyes filled with tears. When she looked at someone, there was three parts affection, three parts surprise, and four parts vulnerability. Standing among the crowd of people fleeing in panic, she appeared especially striking.
Wen Yu’s breathing stalled slightly. In almost an instant, she guessed who the other person was.
The female lead of the novel “The Apocalypse Rose Falls Into My Arms, The Big Boss Spoils Her Ruthlessly”—Lin Yitang.
As if responding to Wen Yu’s guess, Lin Yitang exclaimed happily the next moment,
“Brother Pei Ye, don’t you remember me? I’m Little Haitang!”
Little Haitang.
Tsk. So cloying.
Wen Yu curled her lips and glanced sideways at Pei Ye.
On Pei Ye’s usually indifferent face, his expression softened. He even revealed a faint smile that was difficult to notice, and this immediately set off alarm bells in Wen Yu’s heart.
Something’s wrong. This isn’t right!
In the original novel, Lin Yitang and Pei Ye first met at that class reunion.
Because of the sudden outbreak, everyone scattered and fled, so the male and female leads didn’t interact much.
But Lin Yitang, working as a waitress, had bravely stepped forward to speak up for Pei Ye when he was being humiliated. Pei Ye remembered that moment for a long time, and it even became one of the most important reasons he later treated Lin Yitang favorably.
But now—
The apocalypse had come early. The class reunion would never happen, and the reason Lin Yitang earned Pei Ye’s favor had disappeared, yet the story had added a new plotline where they had known each other since childhood?
Was this the butterfly effect caused by her rebirth, or the story correcting itself?
Wen Yu’s breathing tightened, and the way she looked at Pei Ye changed.
If it was the former, it was fine. She was using Pei Ye as a bodyguard. As long as his romantic life didn’t affect her, she wouldn’t interfere.
But if it was the latter, things would be troublesome.
As the early-dying villainous supporting character “competing” with the female lead for the male lead, how could the plot possibly spare her?
Just as she was lost in thought,
a pulling force appeared on her wrist.
Wen Yu snapped out of her speculation. Pei Ye was dragging her away.
She stepped forward to follow him.
As they passed the patch of blood in the hotel lobby, Wen Yu held her breath and turned her head away.
In the blink of an eye, she glimpsed the endless supplies inside her space, as well as the Immortal Golden Shield inside her spatial backpack. Only then did her expression improve slightly.
Forget it.
Trouble was trouble. If it really didn’t work out, she could just switch bodyguards.
Once a new social order was established, ability users would gather in bases. When that time came, she could simply pick a reliable bodyguard there.
It wasn’t as if she absolutely had to stick with Pei Ye.
Thinking this way, her steps became much lighter as she followed him.
The two quickly entered the staff passage.
The passage led directly to the hotel’s back door, but before they reached the end they heard growls ahead. Some employees had probably mutated, and since they didn’t know how many there were, Pei Ye didn’t dare charge through. He quickly pulled her back.
After returning to the lobby, Wen Yu asked softly,
“What should we do now? The front door is blocked, and we can’t get out the back either.”
“Let’s go back to the room first,” Pei Ye decided immediately, bringing Wen Yu back to the eighteenth floor.
The power hadn’t been cut off yet, and they hadn’t checked out of their room, so the keycard could still open the door.
After entering, Pei Ye carefully inspected the room to make sure no zombie would suddenly jump out before telling Wen Yu,
“I’ll go check the situation. Stay in the room and don’t open the door for anyone.”
“Okay. Be careful.” Wen Yu sat on a relatively clean chair and reminded him.
Only then did Pei Ye belatedly notice the condition of the room.
Since it hadn’t been cleaned, traces of their wild night were everywhere.
He closed his eyes briefly, resigned himself, and went out to push in a housekeeping cart.
The room couldn’t be stayed in unless it was cleaned.
When he lifted the quilt to replace the covers, the streak of bright red on the sheet made him freeze.
Wen Yu… had been a virgin.
No wonder she had cried so much…
Pei Ye’s thoughts drifted, and he couldn’t help recalling the madness of last night and Wen Yu’s tearful face as she begged for mercy.
Heat began to rise in his lower abdomen. Shaking his head, he forced his thoughts away and continued making the bed.
After finishing the bed, he picked up a trash bin and began cleaning the torn pieces of clothing scattered across the floor, as well as the used contraceptives.
The more he cleaned, the hotter his lower abdomen became, and his face gradually flushed red.
Wen Yu hadn’t noticed at first. But when she saw the item Pei Ye picked up still dripping, a dense ache also began spreading through her own body.
It was her first time, and Pei Ye’s probably as well.
At the beginning she had truly suffered quite a bit, but later, as Pei Ye gradually got the hang of it, it became a little more bearable.
Compared to the apocalypse descending, however, the discomfort in her body felt insignificant, so she had deliberately ignored it.
But now that the evidence of last night reappeared, Wen Yu couldn’t stay there for even a second. She ran straight into the bathroom.
Inside was a mirror that nearly covered half the wall. Wen Yu turned to look—
and her eyes nearly popped out in shock.