Host! I told you to do a task! I didn't tell you to bbb.

Bai Shuliu leaned against the simple laboratory table, her fingertips unconsciously and repeatedly stroking the cuffs of her white lab coat.

The eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses gleamed with a cold light in the dim light.

He recalled the scene he had seen through the shadows of the warehouse a few hours earlier, and a faint, amused smile curved his lips.

Three men... oh no...

Strictly speaking, it's two men and one zombie fighting over one woman. This apocalypse is getting more and more interesting.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Bai Shuliu's slender fingertips tapped lightly on the mottled wooden tabletop.

It emitted a regular and clear soft sound, which was particularly clear in the quiet laboratory.

The notebook spread out on the table was filled with research data on mutated organisms.

One is a zombie king who should have followed the instinct of destruction and devouring, standing at the top of the food chain and looking down on all living beings.

Yet she willingly concealed her fangs, transforming into a clingy and obedient "third wife," displaying an almost pathological obsessive attachment to a human woman.

The other, however, is able to thrive in a perilous apocalypse.

Not only is she powerful herself, but she also manages to have three men with different intentions and considerable strength revolve around her.

They maintained a delicate and fragile balance, even tacitly condoning the existence of this absurd relationship.

This pair is simply the most absurd yet fascinating mystery in the apocalypse.

It ignited the cold flame of "seeking knowledge" that never went out deep within Bai Shuliu's heart.

He raised his hand and gently pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose with his knuckles.

The lens reflected a blurry silhouette of ruins outside the window in the dim light.

This made the gleam of interest in his eyes appear even more like phosphorescence flickering in the dark night.

"Xiao He".

He spoke, his voice steady and clear, like an ice spring striking a stone.

In the shadows of the corner, the young man who had been silently present like a shadow immediately bowed slightly and responded in a low voice:

"Yes, Dr. Bai."

"Closely monitor the situation in and around the warehousing center, especially the movements of that team."

Bai Shuliu gently tapped the names "Chu Sheng" and "Liu Yunshu" with her fingertips.

"If they approach that area again, make a harmless little disturbance."

"clear."

The young man called Xiao He had no questions; he simply lowered his head even further, indicating absolute obedience.

After giving the instructions, Bai Shuliu's gaze returned to her notebook.

As he traced the line of annotation about Chu Sheng with his fingertips, he murmured to himself, as if having a conversation with his own thoughts.

"The genetic sequence of zombies, especially high-ranking individuals, should lead to pure destruction and expansion."

"A strong obsession, especially a non-aggressive attachment to a specific individual..."

"This doesn't fit 'their' basic setup. Is it an extreme coincidence during the mutation process?"

The eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses narrowed slightly, a probing glint in them.

But compared to that enigmatic zombie king, Bai Shuliu had to admit it.

That woman stirred in him a long-lost, almost thrilling interest.

The secrets surrounding her, and the chaotic scene of power and erotic tension that I witnessed in the shadows of the warehouse that day.

Like a soft feather, it repeatedly scratches the high wall built by his rational thinking, bringing a strange "itchy" feeling.

This is a strong research impulse that arises purely from the particularity of the observed object.

This was an experience he hadn't had in a long time.

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Qin Zheng's temporary residence inside the base.

The light was filtered through the heavy blackout curtains, leaving only a hazy glow.

The indoor air was slightly warm, filled with a faint scent that belonged to the two of them.

Qin Zheng lowered his eyes, looking at the face of the person in his arms, which was gradually being flushed with passion.

Those eyes, which usually held a lazy smile, were now veiled with a layer of misty moisture.

The corners of her eyes gleamed with an alluring red, as if they were filled with shattered starlight.

His Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably as his fingertips gently caressed her warm, delicate cheek skin again and again.

"Are you... angry today, old man?"

Liu Yunshu raised her eyes and looked into his deep eyes, her voice slightly hoarse and with a hint of barely perceptible teasing.

She raised her hand, her fingertips icy cold yet alluring, and gently traced his taut, stone-carved jawline, her tone languid as a cat's.

"When did our Captain Qin, who remains calm even when Mount Tai collapses before him, learn to... overthink things?"

Qin Zheng's Adam's apple bobbed even more violently, as if flames were burning inside his chest.

He leaned down and gently pressed his forehead against hers.

Warm breaths, carrying each other's scent, sprayed onto each other's cheeks, the temperature burning hot.

His voice was low and hoarse, carrying a suppressed undercurrent: "He's too close to you."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yunshu was not annoyed at all; instead, a low, pleasant chuckle escaped from deep within her throat.

She reached out, her soft arm hooking around his strong neck, and with a little force, she pulled him even closer.

Her rosy lips almost brushed against the corner of his, her breath warm and alluring: "So... you're jealous?"

She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, with undisguised mockery.

Qin Zheng's breath hitched, and his ears turned a thin blush at a visible speed.

He neither dodged nor denied it, but simply tightened his arms around her.

He held her even closer to him, as if that would shut out all external disturbances.

Then, he squeezed out a syllable from his throat, muffled but with perfect clarity:

"Um."

This low, hoarse, and straightforward admission was like a hot pebble thrown into the calm heart of a lake.

In an instant, layers of warm and tender ripples spread across the lake of her heart.

The smile in Liu Yunshu's eyes was like a spark that had been ignited, instantly spreading like wildfire.

She tightened her grip on him even more with her fingertips.

Their noses almost brushed against his high, straight nose, their breaths mingling completely, indistinguishable from each other.

"The uncle's jealous look..."

She deliberately slowed her speech, enunciating each word clearly, her red lips brushing lightly against his slightly pursed lips, bringing a tingling, moist sensation.

"They're quite cute."

She paused, lightly licking her lower lip with the tip of her tongue, her voice becoming low and husky, carrying a seductive certainty.

"I love so much."

Qin Zheng tightened his arms around her, completely encircling her in his embrace, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

He lowered his head, and his lips finally covered her soft lips.

There was no eager plunder, only a patient and persistent struggle.

Warm lips and tongue pried open her teeth and carefully entwined with them.

He transformed the surging jealousy and longing in his heart into this deep and restrained kiss.

Liu Yunshu closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

My fingertips slid down his firm back, feeling the stiffness and tension in his body.

She could clearly sense how violently the heart was beating in the chest of this man who was always as calm as a mountain.

The possessiveness he usually suppressed was gradually revealed through this kiss.

As the kiss deepened, Qin Zheng's breathing became increasingly heavy.

Warm hands slowly moved up her waistline, gently stroking her back with their burning heat.

The atmosphere inside gradually heated up, and ambiguous feelings intertwined in the air, turning into an invisible heat wave that enveloped the two of them.

That jealousy that arose because of Chu Sheng, and the unease that he usually forcibly suppressed.

At this moment, it all transformed into the force of the kiss, carrying a hint of clumsy eagerness.

Yet he carefully protected her, afraid of disturbing this rare moment of tenderness.

His lips slowly moved down, reluctantly leaving her lips, which had become increasingly red and swollen from being sucked.

Following the delicate jawline, the gaze lingers all the way down to her slender and graceful neck.

The skin there was fair, and the arteries throbbed gently beneath the thin skin, making it extremely alluring.

He showered him with warm kisses, each one calloused with calluses.

Sometimes he would gently suckle, and sometimes he would use the tip of his tongue to carefully lick the particularly sensitive skin on the side of her neck.

"Um……"

Liu Yunshu's body trembled slightly involuntarily.

A soft, delicate whimper, like a kitten's whimper, escaped from her half-open lips.

The voice was soft and gentle, yet it seemed to carry the finest hooks, precisely scratching at Qin Zheng's most sensitive heart.

It made his blood seem to flow backward for a moment, and he tightened his arms around her.

The kisses became more frequent and deeper, filled with an almost devout infatuation.

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Meanwhile, in another corner of the base.

Li Xin had a blade of grass in his mouth, which he had somehow gotten his hands on.

A slightly shriveled red apple was casually tossed up and down in one hand.

With one hand in his pocket, he strolled leisurely through the living area planned within the base, his steps seemingly relaxed but actually tinged with restlessness.

His eyes darted around, his brows furrowing slightly.

"That's strange... It's been half a day, where did Qin Mutou go? And Yun Shu is nowhere to be seen either..."

He muttered to himself.

"Could it be... that the two of them secretly hid away for 'special training' while I wasn't looking?"

Thinking of a certain possibility, a hint of displeasure flashed in his peach blossom eyes.

Just as I was thinking this, I glanced over and saw that Lin Yang was squatting in a corner next to a row of simple prefabricated houses.

He was sticking his butt out, staring intently at something, completely absorbed in it, so much so that he didn't even notice him approaching.

Li Xin paused, raised an eyebrow, and a mischievous glint flashed in her eyes.

He walked over quietly and lightly kicked Lin Yang's butt with his toe.

His tone carried his usual nonchalant, playful mockery:

"Hey, you brat, what are you doing squatting here?"

"Slacking off? Believe me or not, I'll tell Commander Lin right away and have all your points deducted this month!"

Lin Yang shuddered in fright at the sudden kick and sound.

She turned around abruptly, and after recognizing Li Xin, she clutched her chest, panting heavily, her face filled with lingering fear.

"Oh my god, Captain Li! You're terrifying! I'm observing... observing post-apocalyptic biological behavior here!"

"observe?"

Li Xin chuckled, too lazy to bother with his nonsense, and bent down.

My gaze went over Lin Yang's shoulder and followed the direction of his finger downwards.

In the corner, through the gaps in the pile of clutter, two dirty, tan stray dogs were entangled together.

They are engaged in the most primitive life processes.

As for the poses... in a post-apocalyptic world lacking entertainment, they are indeed quite varied and eye-catching.