It’s just that I haven’t showered for a long time, so…so there might be a little difference.”
Ye Lang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and waved his hand.
"You misunderstood. I just thought that you have so much food stored here and sufficient water, so you can sustain it for a long time.
Then why do you still ask me to take you in?
Don't you know the price of being taken in by me?"
Yan Ling lowered her head, twisted her fingers nervously together, and whispered:
"I...I know what the price of shelter is."
Her voice gradually became quieter, almost like a mosquito's whisper. "But I do. I don't want to die without ever experiencing that feeling."
"What feeling?" Ye Lang smiled inwardly when he heard Yan Ling's words, but still pretended to be puzzled and asked, "What feeling are you talking about? Why don't I understand?"
Yan Ling's cheeks turned even redder, as if they were about to bleed. "It's just... oh, you're so bad."
Ye Lang looked at Yan Ling's embarrassed expression and couldn't help laughing. The laughter echoed in the small apartment, making the air feel a little lighter.
Yan Ling glared at him angrily, but there was a hint of unconcealable anticipation in her eyes.
Although I am used to entertaining myself, on the day when the ice apocalypse came, I used up all my batteries.
But in the final analysis, she is still very curious and yearns for that real feeling.
Although I have the habit of storing food, it will eventually run out. Besides, the world outside is too dangerous. One day I might be kidnapped and used as a bus.
Instead of being treated as a bus, it is better to choose a good-looking man you like and use him as your private car.
Such a great ideal should only be known by myself, and I won’t tell that bad guy.
Ye Lang's smile did not fade, but his eyes showed a hint of seriousness.
"Then what are you waiting for? Call me husband and I'll take you there."
Yan Ling's face flushed red, she bit her lips and hummed like a mosquito:
"Husband."
She almost used up all her courage before she uttered these three words intermittently, her voice so soft that she could hardly hear it herself.
After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and didn't dare to look at him, her heart beating so fast that it seemed like it was going to jump out of her chest.
The smile on Ye Lang's lips deepened. Feeling that Yan Ling's favorability had reached 74 points, his eyes softened a bit.
After helping her change into combat uniform and putting away her hair, Ye Lang pulled Yan Ling, whose face was flushed like fire, out.
The old saying that slightly plump fruits are the best is absolutely true.
Yan Ling's cheeks flushed as he held her hand. Thinking of the scene just now, her whole body trembled, but a sense of peace that she had never felt before surged in her heart.
Riding on Bruce, Ye Lang carried the three women and galloped quickly towards the province.
The ruins and desolation along the way quickly receded behind them. Yan Ling clung tightly to Ye Lang's arms. Although shyness still lingered on her face, she felt more at ease and at ease.
She secretly looked up at Ye Lang's profile. The cold yet gentle expression on his face caused ripples in her heart.
She didn't know what the future would be like, but at this moment, this little fat house fell. She felt that no matter how terrible the end of the world was, as long as he was by her side, it didn't seem so unbearable.
The wind whistled past her ears, and she buried her face in his arms, her cheeks flushed, but the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised slightly.
I don’t know what the difference is between a prop competition and a real-life competition?
Yan Ling
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