Wen Shangyin finished speaking and, without giving Song Lian any chance to refuse, stood up and walked towards the outside of the tent.
As he passed Xu Yan, he turned his head to look at her and said, "Perform well."
With that said, Wen Shangyin continued to walk out.
He even thoughtfully lowered the tent curtain, giving Song Lian and Xu Yan plenty of private space.
Not long after Wen Shangyin left, someone delivered the crystal cores that Xu Yan had requested.
When everything quieted down, leaving only Xu Yan and Song Lian, the real show began.
Xu Yan, swaying her slender waist, walked towards Song Lian, who was sitting on a chair. She stopped in front of him, tilted her head to glance at the crystal cores on the table, and then deliberately extended her clean hands to pick up a crystal core and absorb it.
After the crystal core's energy was absorbed, Xu Yan flicked her hand, shaking off the ash.
Xu Yan looked at Song Lian, who was smoking, and then bent over, exuding allure. She looked at Song Lian at close range and said, "Do you want some? You can refuse, and I can also not do it. As long as then, we—mm—" (Reading here)
Song Lian, without waiting for Xu Yan to finish speaking, directly reached out, grabbed the back of her neck, and kissed her.
Her mouth blocked, Xu Yan saw no need for further words. She immediately wrapped her arms around Song Lian's neck, deepening the kiss.
As for Song Lian, he had long lusted after Su Ling. Even though the person in front of him was not the real Su Ling, but only wearing Su Ling's face, it was enough.
He and Su Ling were destined to be two parallel lines that could never intersect. His covetous thoughts were also destined to remain hidden.
He had already given up, harboring no hope.
Xu Yan's appearance was like a ray of light.
Even if Xu Yan was not the real Su Ling, and could not become Su Ling or replace her, for him, it was enough.
He wanted to keep Xu Yan by his side. In the future, when he missed Su Ling, he would have Xu Yan transform into Su Ling's appearance and make love with him.
Xu Yan needed refuge in the apocalypse, and he needed Su Ling's substitute.
His relationship with Xu Yan was one of mutual benefit.
And for Xu Yan, when she was in the prison zone, she also served men.
Moreover, the quality of men in the prison zone was far inferior to the quality of men now.
She naturally wanted to firmly grasp onto Song Lian, this strong tree, and live a glamorous life in the post-apocalyptic world.
Soon, the tent was filled with the sounds of debauchery.
...
After Wen Shangyin left the tent, he moved a chair and sat alone in an open space not far from the tent.
Surrounded by darkness, he was immersed in the shadows.
He lit a cigarette, and the embers flickered on and off in the darkness.
Actually, he had also considered having sex with Xu Yan, who was wearing Su Ling's face, but he only thought about it. In the end, he let Song Lian have her.
His greatest advantage was his good background.
But this was the apocalypse, and his advantage had been greatly diminished. He needed people who would be loyal to him to the death.
And Song Lian was the person he needed the most.
He had known for a long time that Song Lian liked Su Ling. Although Song Lian had concealed it well, he had still discovered it.
Xu Yan's appearance was a complete, unexpected delight.
It was truly interesting that she could transform into other people's appearances.
If Shang Qi knew that his precious had been targeted, and that the face he cherished was being worn by another woman and used for sex with another man, what would he think?
He would probably want to kill them all.
That group of people were probably celebrating in the castle right now?
After all, they had returned with full hands. The several empty trucks they had driven out were now packed to the brim, their harvest abundant.
The wind carried the sounds of decadence from the tent, making Wen Shangyin feel restless and heated. He tugged at his collar in the darkness and took a deep drag of his cigarette.
Su Ling, you are truly beautiful and alluring, everyone desires a taste of your charm.