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

Lin Feng stood behind the door, watching the beautiful woman, her clothes slightly disheveled and her face full of embarrassment, stumble into the house.

The security door slammed shut behind them, completely shutting out the zombies' roars.

Her legs instantly lost all support, and she collapsed onto the wool carpet in the entryway.

He was panting heavily, greedily inhaling the clean air in the room.

Her disheveled hair clung to her sweat-dampened forehead, her clothes were slightly rumpled, and she was completely devoid of the aloof demeanor she once possessed under the spotlight.

The room was kept at a constant temperature of 26 degrees Celsius.

On the coffee table not far away, a self-heating hot pot was bubbling away, filling the air with the spicy aroma of meat.

Outside the door was a hell of carnage, while inside was a haven of civilization. This stark contrast made Su Qing feel as if she had been transported to another world.

"Aunt Su, don't be so sentimental yet, I have something to ask you later."

Lin Feng looked down at her from his elevated position and spoke in a gentle tone.

From this angle, Su Qing's cheongsam looked even more disheveled because of her earlier movements.

The soaked fabric clung tightly to her body, outlining her graceful and natural curves.

It was the plumpness unique to mature women, yet because of years of dance practice, there wasn't an ounce of excess fat.

Especially her slender waist, which, under the constraints of the cheongsam, creates a soft contrast with her pert hips, showcasing the dancer's physical advantages.

Lin Feng didn't rush to help her up.

He walked straight to the storage shelf next to him, took a bottle of mineral water, and casually tossed it over.

The plastic bottle hit the carpet and rolled to a stop near Su Qing's smooth knees.

Su Qing rushed towards the bottle of water without hesitation, gripping the bottle tightly with both hands.

Her hands were shaking violently as she tried to unscrew the cap; her palms were covered in cold sweat. She tried several times but couldn't open it.

Su Qing's eyes reddened with anxiety. She looked up at Lin Feng with a pleading expression.

Lin Feng bent down, took the water bottle from her hand, unscrewed the cap with one hand, and handed it back.

Su Qing held the bottle with both hands and tilted her head back to gulp it down.

Water slid down her slender neck, seeping into her open clothes and soaking a large area of ​​fabric.

She coughed violently, covering her mouth, because she drank too quickly.

"Drink slowly, lest you choke to death here instead of being bitten by a zombie."

Lin Feng pulled up a chair, sat down, crossed his legs, and rhythmically tapped his fingers on the armrest.

"Tell me, what's going on downstairs?"

After recovering, Su Qing wiped the water from her chin.

"My daughter has a fever, her forehead is burning hot. There are two monsters roaming the third-floor corridor. I dared not make a sound, so I could only climb up the fire escape to find you. Lin Feng, please, save my daughter!"

As she spoke hoarsely, she crawled forward two steps and hugged Lin Feng's calves with both hands:

"I'll do anything you ask as long as you give me the medicine."

Lin Feng looked down at the hands clinging to his legs.

Her nails were trimmed neatly and cleanly, maintaining her last shred of dignity even while fleeing the apocalypse.

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze calmly settling on her slightly disheveled clothes.

"Aunt Su, in today's world, fever reducers are more precious than gold. But don't worry, I can provide the medicine, and I can also help you deal with any zombies you encounter."

Su Qing suddenly raised her head, her eyes gleaming with hope.

"But this is not a charity; we don't support idlers."

Lin Feng stared into her eyes, his voice devoid of any emotion.

"I saved your daughter, so from now on, your lives and hers are mine, understand?"

Su Qing bit her lower lip, hot tears welling up in her eyes.

In the past, she always thought Lin Feng was an ignorant and good-for-nothing rich kid, and she didn't even want to give him a second glance.

But now, with nowhere else to turn, the one who can decide the fate of the mother and daughter is this very young man whom she once despised.

She closed her eyes, and a single tear slid down her cheek.

But she had no time to sigh. With trembling hands, she carefully straightened her slipped clothes, lowered her head, and completely hid her former high-and-mighty pride in the wretchedness of the apocalypse.

"I understand..."

Her voice was barely audible, choked with sobs, "As long as you can save Xiaoxiao, we'll listen to you from now on."

Lin Feng stood up and walked to the entryway cabinet.

I opened the drawer, pulled out a box of fever reducers and a bottle of antibiotics, and threw them on the coffee table.

"Alright, tidy up your clothes first."

Lin Feng looked down at her and said, "Take the medicine and lead the way."

Su Qing stared blankly at the medicine box on the ground, and finally burst into tears.

But she knew very well that now was not the time to vent her emotions.

With trembling fingers, Su Qing pulled her slipped cheongsam back onto her shoulder.

The buttons were extremely difficult to fasten, especially since my hands were trembling uncontrollably.

She lowered her head, her long hair falling down to cover her cheeks, revealing a section of her delicate nape.

Lin Feng didn't urge her.

He turned and walked to the weapon rack in the entryway, pulling out a solid baseball bat.

The system's newbie gift pack tripled his physical abilities, and the moment he gripped the baseball bat, he could clearly feel the explosive power lurking within his muscles.

This alloy baseball bat, which originally had some weight, now feels incredibly light in my hand.

"Let's go." Lin Feng weighed the baseball bat in his hand.

Su Qing managed to straighten her clothes, clutching the box of fever reducers tightly in her hand, and nodded repeatedly.

She walked ahead and led the way.

The motion-sensor lights in the hallway had long been broken, and only the green sign for the emergency exit emitted a dim light.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood and the foul stench of damp sewers.

Large patches of dark red blood were splattered on the wall, and several pieces of mangled organs could even be seen in the corner.

Su Qing walked ahead, each step extremely difficult.

Those feet, which usually only wear custom-made high heels on the red carpet, can now only step on the dirty cement steps, and the skin around the ankles looks fragile and pale in the dim light.

Lin Feng followed half a step behind.

From his perspective, Su Qing's steps appeared unsteady and unsteady.

The moon-white cheongsam was torn in several places during the escape.

The high slit swayed back and forth as she walked down the stairs.

With each step, a dazzling white patch could be seen at the base of her thighs.

Without the protection of stockings, her skin appeared sickly pale, and there were several obvious bruises on her knees, left from bumps and scrapes during her escape.

She walked slowly, pausing after each step to listen to the sounds downstairs.

The back is held very straight; this is a habit ingrained in the dancer's bones. Even in the most awkward moments, they subconsciously maintain a swan-like posture.

Due to nervousness, the tip of her nose was covered with fine beads of sweat, which slid down her slender neck and into her collar, causing the fabric to cling tightly to her skin, revealing a hint of alluring flesh color.

"Xiaoxiao is in the storage room on the third floor." Su Qing lowered her voice, her vocal cords hoarse from thirst and fear.

Lin Feng didn't say anything, but simply raised his chin to signal her to keep walking.

When she reached the corner on the fourth and a half floor, Su Qing stopped and pressed her body tightly against the wall.

The sound of dragging footsteps and heavy breathing came from the third-floor corridor.

In the dim light, two dark figures could be seen loitering outside the storage room door.