Even his elder brother harbored impure thoughts.
It wasn't that he coveted his brother's girlfriend; it was simply that women like Su Ling were exceedingly rare in the apocalypse.
She was powerful, had long hair, milky skin, and a mobile fortress…
How could such a woman not stir desire?
Listening to the faint, indistinct sounds of debauchery, Wen Shangyin slowly closed his eyes.
In his mind, he conjured the image of Su Ling, that unattainable high mountain flower.
To be honest, although Xu Yan wore Su Ling's face, she was ultimately not Su Ling.
The real Su Ling was like a high mountain flower growing against the wind on a sheer cliff. Only his daredevil of a younger brother would dare to scale the cliff, risking death at any moment to pluck this flower.
As for him, he could only stand at the foot of the cliff, gazing up at the flower that was beyond reach.
"Su Ling—"
In the darkness, Wen Shangyin whispered her name to the void.
Meanwhile, inside the tent.
Song Lian and Xu Yan were engaged in passionate intimacy. Xu Yan's clothes were half-undone, and she sat astride Song Lian, dripping with sweat.
"Are you satisfied with my service?" Xu Yan kissed Song Lian, smiling provocatively. "Having sex with you while I look like her, does that satisfy you? If not, we can continue."
Song Lian looked at Xu Yan, who was perched on him. He grabbed her hand. "From now on, whenever you have sex with me, you'll look like Su Ling. You please me, satisfy me, and I'll make sure your survival in the apocalypse isn't a luxury."
Xu Yan curled her lips into a smile. "Okay."
*'Achoo.'*
Inside the castle, Su Ling sneezed several times, her nose slightly red. A used tissue lay on the table, used to cover her mouth and nose when she sneezed.
She crumpled the tissue and tossed it into the trash bin.
Chu Jinwang looked at the sneezing Su Ling and teased her, "It seems those who have left hold grudges and are bad-mouthing you behind your back."
Though he said "bad-mouthing," everyone knew he meant speaking ill of her.
Su Ling took a sip of water to moisten her throat, then set the cup down and looked at Chu Jinwang. "It seems many people miss me."
After speaking, Su Ling's voice turned indifferent. "Where did the person go after they left?"
Chu Jinwang placed a fish tail into Little Jiang's bowl and then looked towards Su Ling, before glancing outside the castle. "I think she probably went to Wen Shangyin's base…"
Chu Jinwang stopped speaking at this point.
He was the Zombie King, and like Little Jiang, he could perceive things and scenes that survivors could not.
For instance, at this very moment, Su Ling's question had prompted him to open his consciousness and look outward. What he saw was something he shouldn't have seen, something that shouldn't have happened.
Chu Jinwang slowly turned his head, his movements sluggish, and looked at Su Ling.
If Su Ling, this vibrant person, wasn't sitting at the same table eating with him, he would have almost believed…
Shaking off the thought, Chu Jinwang picked up his drink, took half of it, and then set it down.
Su Ling watched Chu Jinwang. She noticed that after he glanced outside Wen Shangyin's base, he seemed somewhat off.
"What's wrong?" Su Ling stopped eating and looked at Chu Jinwang, her gaze taking in his every expression.
Although Chu Jinwang was looking at Su Ling, his mind was replaying the scene in the tent at Wen Shangyin's base.
The more vivid and deep the images in his mind became, the more shocked and disbelieving Chu Jinwang felt.
At first, he thought there was a problem with his consciousness intrusion, but he quickly realized there was no issue. Everything he was seeing was truly happening!