Many children, many blessings: Helping classmates' mothers survive the apocalypse

Her long, wet hair was draped over her shoulders.

Without the gold-rimmed glasses and the exquisitely crafted cheongsam, she shed her aura of being unapproachable, like a school principal, and became an ordinary woman with a pretty face.

The oversized T-shirt hem just covered her hip line, leaving her two straight and slender legs exposed to the air without any cover.

Lin Feng was wearing plastic slippers.

Her shoes were two sizes too big, and they made a soft "pat-pat" sound when she walked.

Bai Bing walked to the table and picked up the gold-rimmed glasses again.

As the glasses were firmly placed back on her nose, she seemed to regain some of her former composure.

Although that intellectual and aloof aura returned instantly, the eyes behind the glasses were no longer as sharp as usual, but instead revealed a hint of weariness and tenderness after surviving a disaster.

She turned her head and met the gazes of Su Xiaoxiao and Lin Feng.

Normally, she would push up her glasses and coldly reprimand her for being "rude".

But at this moment, she just pursed her lips somewhat awkwardly, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the collar of her bathrobe.

"Why are you all staring at me like that...?"

Her gaze finally landed on Lin Feng. Through the gold-rimmed glasses, his usually calm eyes were now filled with complex and gentle emotions.

Su Xiaoxiao blinked and whispered to Lin Feng:

"Although he's still Director Bai with glasses on, why does he seem... less intimidating this time?"

Lin Feng pointed to a bowl of steaming white porridge and a glass of warm water that had already been placed on the table.

"Come and get something to eat."

Bai Bing pulled out a chair and sat down.

Her hands trembled violently when she picked up the bowl of porridge.

As she lowered her head to drink her porridge, a fleeting tear welled up in her eyes, which she quickly concealed with a blink.

Su Qing saw all of this but said nothing. She simply picked up the serving chopsticks and silently put a large piece of braised beef into Bai Bing's bowl.

A wave of sympathy washed over her; they were both women who had lived respectable lives before the apocalypse, but now they could only depend on a young man.

She understood better than anyone the vulnerability that came after pride was crushed.

The four people sat around the dining table.

Outside the window, the faint roars of zombies could be heard, mixed with the sound of the wind.

Inside the room, the rising steam from the hot porridge blurred everyone's faces.

No one spoke; the only sound was the soft clinking of a spoon against a porcelain bowl.

In this world where order has collapsed, this simple dinner seems incredibly precious.

Late at night.

Su Qing and Su Xiaoxiao were resting in the second bedroom.

The living room was spacious enough that Lin Feng moved a folding bed out of the storage room, laid out the bedding, and arranged for Bai Bing to sleep in the living room.

One o'clock in the morning.

After checking all the doors, windows, and external cameras at the monitoring station and confirming that everything was safe, Lin Feng prepared to go back to the master bedroom to sleep.

He stopped as he passed the living room.

Bai Bing lay on her side on the folding bed, wrapped in a thin blanket, with her back to him.

By the dim light of the motion-sensor nightlight, Lin Feng could see that her shoulders were trembling slightly.

I don't know if it was because the pain in my right arm wound kept me awake, or because I was crying silently in the dark.

Lin Feng stood still for two seconds.

He wanted to say something comforting, but the words stuck in his throat.

At times like these, words seem inadequate; a concrete action is far more effective.

Therefore, Lin Feng ultimately did not make a sound to disturb them, nor did he go over to ask.

Turning around, I walked to the temperature control panel on the wall and quietly raised the living room air conditioner temperature by two degrees.

After doing all that, he went straight back to the master bedroom and closed the door.

The air conditioner vents emitted a slight "beep" sound, and the warm air was blown a little stronger.

In the darkness, Bai Bing, lying on the folding bed, slowly opened her eyes.

She stopped trembling, turned over, and stared at the closed door of the master bedroom for a long, long time.

. . .

Two o'clock in the morning.

The blackout curtains in the master bedroom were drawn tightly shut, blocking out all outside light and the howls of the zombies.

Lin Feng lay flat on the large double bed, breathing evenly.

The triple boost in physical strength resulted in exceptionally high sleep quality, with muscles rapidly repairing the day's energy expenditure during deep sleep.

The door lock was turned very gently.

A dark figure slipped in, carrying a faint scent of shower gel.

The man stood by the bed for a few seconds, and after confirming that Lin Feng was asleep, he gently lifted the corner of the blanket with one hand.

While Lin Feng was asleep, he felt a warm breath slip into his blankets.

It was an incredibly elastic and soft touch, climbing up his calf.

The next second, that familiar scent of shower gel filled my nostrils.

It's Su Qing.

In the center of the quilt, the originally flat silk quilt was stretched into a graceful and full outline.

The outline slowly crept into the blankets, approaching Lin Feng's waist and abdomen with an awkward yet determined air.

Lin Feng's muscles tensed instantly, and the sleepiness in his mind was completely dispelled.

He propped himself up with one hand and pulled back the front of the blanket.

Using the dim, warm light of the bedside motion-activated nightlight, Lin Feng was able to see the scene before him.

She was still wearing that oversized gray T-shirt, the neckline drooping deeply due to her prone position, revealing a large expanse of deep, white cleavage underneath.

Her long hair was casually tied back, with a few stray strands gently brushing against her flushed cheeks in an alluring way.

She raised her head and looked up at Lin Feng.

That usually proud and reserved, stunningly beautiful face was now flushed, making her look incredibly alluring.

Her eyes were glistening with tears, revealing an indescribable shyness and ingratiation.

"Aunt Su...you?"

Su Qing did not avoid his gaze.

She stretched out her long, slender, white fingers, gently stroking the toy as she blushed and spoke in a very low, soft voice:

"Shh, don't talk... You don't want Xiaoxiao to find out about our affair, do you? It's inconvenient for Xiaoxiao to be awake during the day... Auntie took a lot of risks and courage to come here at this time."

Su Qing spoke these words haltingly, revealing a profound sense of shame.

Lin Feng was stunned.

Lin Feng was about to say something, but Su Qing didn't give him the chance.