When Pei Ye regained consciousness, Wen Yu was beneath him, looking like a rag doll just pulled from water.
She was still asleep, but tears hung at the corners of her eyes, as if even in her dreams she couldn’t rest.
Yet he remained pressed against her, not lowering his head.
This was abnormal.
No brother could feel such intense desire toward his sister.
Pei Ye had no choice but to accept this abnormality and redefine their relationship.
He sighed.
Carefully, he pulled away. His movements were gentle, yet the sleeping girl shivered, shaking off a layer of crystalline sweat.
Pei Ye felt both regret and heartache.
How had he failed to control himself? How had he ended up treating her like this…
He tenderly carried Wen Yu to the bathroom, cleaned her up, gave her a little water, applied some healing ointment, and covered her with a light blanket to sleep.
This sleep was indeed restless.
Wen Yu dreamed of countless zombies crawling over her, gnawing at her body, the pain reaching her bones, endless despair.
Her parents, relatives, friends, classmates—familiar faces flashed before her eyes, but no one saved her.
Was she going to die again?
She let out a hoarse, sorrowful cry.
She didn’t know how much time passed.
A cool liquid flowed down her throat, as if prying open a slit in the absolute darkness, letting in a shaft of light.
Wen Yu opened her eyes and saw a man approaching in that light.
It was Pei Ye.
She whimpered, overwhelmed with grievance. “Pei Ye, it hurts so much! Save me!”
The man quickly reached her, holding her in his arms to comfort her.
Whether it was psychological or something else, she truly didn’t feel the pain anymore and promptly fell asleep on his chest.
Pei Ye frowned, checking her temperature again.
The thermometer showed 37.8°C. She still had a slight fever, but it had dropped enough that he could stop worrying—or he would have regretted it to death.
By evening, after tucking her under a light blanket, he went to the kitchen to cook porridge, thinking she’d be hungry when she woke. He prepared chicken shred porridge for her.
But after cooking it in the clay pot for three hours, Wen Yu still hadn’t emerged from her room. Finally worried, he went to check and saw her flushed, feverish face.
He quickly gave her fever medicine, and thinking the fever might also be due to inflamed wounds, he used his newly awakened superpower to treat her.
After a restless half-night, her temperature finally stabilized.
By then, Wen Yu was soaked in sweat, like she’d been pulled from water.
Just having recovered from the fever, Pei Ye didn’t dare put her back in the tub; instead, he mixed warm water with towels and wiped her down.
After cleaning her, he fetched a set of cotton pajamas from the wardrobe.
It was already past midnight, but he didn’t dare leave, dragging a chair over to sit by her bedside.
When Wen Yu woke, the first thing she saw was the man sitting with his arms crossed on the chair, dozing lightly.
Her consciousness returned, and she coldly scoffed.
Sitting in a chair didn’t make him a gentleman.
Funny—he hadn’t held back at all when he bullied her.
Hearing the movement, Pei Ye straightened up.
Even before fully opening his eyes, his hand reached for her forehead to check her temperature.
It had fully returned to normal. Pei Ye exhaled in relief and whispered, “Hungry? There’s chicken shred porridge in the kitchen. I’ll serve it.”
Wen Yu, acting indifferent, was secretly annoyed. Her little foot poked out from under the blanket and kicked him.
Huh?
Something felt off. Another kick revealed no soreness like the first night.
What happened?
Wen Yu suspected that the scene she saw when the zombie had bitten her neck last time might have been false.
Which proper novel hero could fight all day and still feel refreshed?
Could rolling around in bed with the male lead not only increase intimacy points but also nourish her body like a tonic?
As her thoughts grew more colorful, Pei Ye offered an explanation.
“I awakened my superpower. If there’s anything in your body that’s uncomfortable, I can try to treat it.”
“Treat?” Wen Yu caught the key word, instinctively asking, “You awakened a healing-type superpower?”
“Yes.”
???
What kind of male lead is a nurse? She distinctly remembered Pei Ye awakening with a flashy lightning-type superpower!
Seeing Wen Yu’s shocked expression, Pei Ye chuckled.
His knuckled fingers moved slowly between them; with her astonished gaze, he rubbed his thumb and middle finger together, a small burst of blue lightning flickered up, then quickly disappeared.
Wen Yu breathed a sigh of relief.
Luckily, the male lead had multiple buffs—he could attack and heal, or else she really would have needed to find another bodyguard…
Feeling less pain, Wen Yu’s resentment dissipated, and since she was genuinely hungry, she directed Pei Ye to serve the porridge while she went to the bathroom to wash up.
After washing, Pei Ye entered just in time.
The porridge, cooked until soft and mixed with tender chicken and mushrooms, was irresistibly tempting to an empty stomach.
While eating, she used her mind to talk to Maoqiu, realizing her intimacy points had reached the required level and quickly asked him to create a group chat.
Maoqiu didn’t hesitate and, after setting up the group, even granted Wen Yu group owner privileges.
Wen Yu thought Maoqiu was straightforward.
Just…
[The intimacy points were 99 just now, why did they reset?]
She thought intimacy points were like affection points in a visual novel—once you reached a certain amount, they rarely reset unless the target suddenly went mad.
Wen Yu glanced at Pei Ye—he showed no signs of abnormality.
Maoqiu, unapologetic, explained:
[60 points were used to create the group, 40 points for group owner privileges. You had 99, now you owe 1. Remember to pay me back later.]
Wen Yu was speechless.
But at least the group was established; dimensional trade could now be officially planned. Her suffering yesterday hadn’t been in vain.
After finishing a bowl of porridge, Wen Yu secretly glanced at Pei Ye and decided to reveal her space ability, or it would be inconvenient to retrieve items later.
She used her mind to gather the bowl, then released it a few seconds later to hold it in her hands, looking baffled.
“Pei Ye, I think I have a superpower too!”
Pei Ye, sitting nearby, saw a bowl vanish and reappear from thin air.
“Mm,” he asked, “what kind of power?”
“Spatial power, I think. I have a fifty-cubic-meter space in my mind—I can store things and retrieve them at will.”
Pei Ye’s eyes brightened. “A very convenient ability.”
“Yeah, I can stockpile supplies,” Wen Yu smiled. “The space is static—nothing spoils. From now on, you’ll enjoy the good life with me.”
Pei Ye chuckled and played along: “Then I’ll leave it to you, young lady.”
After sending Pei Ye off, Wen Yu opened the group chat.
In a short while, 99 messages had accumulated, all asking what this group was about.
Wen Yu considered and posted an announcement:
Apocalypse Wen Yu: @all Hello everyone, I’m the group owner Wen Yu. This group was created to facilitate the exchange of supplies. Please change your nickname to your dimensional name. Any questions can be directed to the group owner for help.
No sooner had the announcement been posted than someone urgently submitted a trade request:
Ancient Famine Escapee Su Qianru: Really?
Ancient Famine Escapee Su Qianru: I’m hungry, I’ll go first.
Ancient Famine Escapee Su Qianru: I want 100 large buns, 100 large steamed buns, 50 roasted chickens, 50 roast ducks, 20 whole roasted lambs, 20 roast suckling pigs, oh, and 100 bottles of 5L mineral water!
Ancient Famine Escapee Su Qianru: Thank you!