After walking for ten minutes, they finally left the low-income residential area behind. Looking around, the dilapidated shacks were gone. Although the houses built around them were still very simple, they were at least habitable. However, Luo Jingdong and Jiang Ling still did not stop, so Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo had to follow until they finally stopped in a place enclosed by an earthen wall.

“We all live here. You can come to us if you need anything.” Luo Jingdong said as he opened the iron gate, leading Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo inside. They stopped in front of the two-story building closest to the entrance. “This building is currently empty. You can choose a room to stay in.”

Jiang Ling, who had been flirting all the way without attracting Wen Zuo's attention, couldn't stand the loneliness any longer and said in a coquettish voice, "I live in the building next door, little brother. If you need anything, be sure to come to me. Don't be shy."

Wen Zuo didn't spare her a single glance, but Jiang Ling didn't feel defeated. Instead, she went to persuade Mo Shuwan, "There are fewer and fewer humans. Look, you're pregnant because of your little brother. We should all try. What if we all get pregnant... Wen Zuo, hehehe, there's no need to be so sensitive, is there?"

Seeing Wen Zuo, who was clearly furious but unable to express his anger in words, Mo Shuwan suddenly felt a little sad. "I will not give him to anyone. Don't bother Wen Zuo anymore, or next time my zombie-killing knife might fall on your head."

Mo Shuwan's voice was serious, and her eyes were calm. She didn't have any threatening aura at all. But Jiang Ling, who had seen her kill zombies insanely and knew that she was so audacious as to chase after special zombies, subconsciously took two steps back and her cheeks twitched. "Hehehe, I know. There won't be a next time."

Seeing that Wen Zuo hadn't put the gun away yet, Mo Shuwan directly raised her hand and pulled him down, grabbing the warm hand in hers. Ignoring Luo Jingdong and Jiang Ling, she turned and went into the apartment.

The building wasn't structured like it was before the apocalypse, with living rooms and bedrooms. After entering, there were only three doors in front of the staircase on the side.

Mo Shuwan pushed open one of the doors. The room was about 20 square meters, with a bed, a table, and wooden chairs. Although it was still simple, it was much better than the low-end residential area.

Mo Shuwan's gaze lingered on the only bed for a few seconds before she pulled Wen Zuo to sit on the wooden stool in the middle. She took a deep breath, preparing to comfort Wen Zuo, when she looked up and found that he... was actually blushing?

It can't be because of Jiang Ling, can it?

"……What's wrong?"

Wen Zuo didn't speak, his gaze silently falling on the two people's still clasped hands.

Following Wen Zuo's gaze downwards, Mo Shuwan finally understood something and awkwardly let go of his hand. She coughed seriously and said, "I will keep an eye on Jiang Ling for you from now on. Don't worry about her bothering you again."

Wen Zuo's face was burning hot. Hearing Mo Shuwan's clear and calm voice, his face temperature soared again. Mo Shuwan didn't know that Wen Zuo silently kept the words "I will not give him to anyone" in mind.

Seeing that Wen Zuo didn't react, Mo Shuwan blinked in confusion, feeling a little strange. However, since Wen Zuo didn't intend to talk about this, she didn't say anything more and changed the subject, "I'll go see if there's anything I can use to take a bath."

By the time Wen Zuo nodded, a beat late, Mo Shuwan had already gotten up and gone to the bathroom. He quickly stood up, walked briskly to the window, and leaned half his body out onto the windowsill. The cool breeze took away some of the heat from his face. Wen Zuo exhaled a breath of hot air and covered his forehead with a headache.

"Wen Zuo, there's laundry detergent in the restroom. I'm going to ask Luo Jingdong if there's any water for a shower. Do you want to come with me?"

Wen Zuo immediately turned around and quickly walked to Mo Shuwan's side.

Of course I'll go.

After leaving the room and explaining their purpose to Luo Jingdong, they immediately received a strange look from him. "You want to take a shower?"

Mo Shuwan nodded.

Luo Jingdong's lips twitched. "There's not even enough water to drink, so of course there's no way we can have bathwater. But if you really want to bathe, you can go to the little river that brought you here last time and fetch some water to wash yourself."

Thinking of the passengers who had died tragically in the river, Mo Shuwan asked with a tight throat, "Are there any other rivers?"

“Go straight along the path next to the safe zone, and there’s a river above it.”

Thank you.

Luo Jingdong watched Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo leave, feeling utterly bewildered. How could such eccentric people still exist in this day and age? They didn't even have enough water to drink, yet they were thinking about taking a bath... After standing there for a few minutes, unable to resist his curiosity, Luo Jingdong followed Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo, who had brought an iron bucket from the house.

After leaving the safe zone and walking onto the path, Luo Jingdong looked at Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo, who were not looking back. For the first time, he truly admired them and did not follow them any further. He turned around and returned to the safe zone.

Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo walked straight ahead for about five minutes before finally spotting a pool of water. Instead of approaching immediately, they carefully checked their surroundings and, finding nothing amiss, cautiously approached the pool. "I'll go fetch some water. You react faster than me, so you can kill the zombie fish."

As she spoke, she handed the watermelon knife to Wen Zuo, but Wen Zuo didn't take it. Without even turning around to see Wen Zuo's expression, Mo Shuwan guessed what he was thinking. "My reaction isn't that fast. What if I'm too slow and you get bitten by the zombie fish?"

--I trust you.

Mo Shuwan was both amused and exasperated: "But I don't believe in myself."

As they got closer to the pool, Wen Zuo seemed to get a little anxious. He reached out to block Mo Shuwan and quickly wrote something.

—You're very good at both table tennis and badminton, so you can definitely handle a target as big as a zombie fish.

Mo Shuwan stared at the words on the paper for a long time, unable to come back to her senses. Wen Zuo, in his haste, didn't realize what he had revealed and was still looking at Mo Shuwan with an eager expression until he heard her ask in surprise, "How did you know I'm good at table tennis and badminton?"

Wen Zuo's body stiffened noticeably, though he quickly recovered. Mo Shuwan still noticed. She suddenly remembered some small details from her time with Wen Zuo, such as how he could immediately understand the meaning behind her small gestures, and how on the bus, besides the gun and bullets, he only exchanged for ointment for himself and a few dozen strawberry-flavored lollipops for himself.

Yes, Wen Zuo didn't eat any of the lollipops he exchanged, no matter what Mo Shuwan said.

These past few days have been too dangerous for Mo Shuwan to think about in detail, but now that she thinks about it, she realizes... something is wrong with everything.

Seeing that Wen Zuo seemed to be still thinking of something to say, Mo Shuwan asked hesitantly, "Wen Zuo, do you... know me?"

—Of course I know you, otherwise who are you talking to right now?

After saying that, Wen Zuo made a helpless expression.

Mo Shuwan, however, was somewhat skeptical.

—I was afraid you wouldn't agree to me going to fetch water, so I just made up an excuse. Are you good at playing table tennis and badminton?

Hmm... this transition is quite natural.