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

The sound of the door locking came from the inside, followed by the hum of the water pipes.

Lin Feng leaned back on the sofa and casually browsed through the system panel.

The newbie gift pack contains a long list of supplies, with enough basic rice, flour, and cooking oil to last for half a year, and a sufficient supply of medicine.

He turned off the control panel, got up and went to the kitchen to rummage around. He cooked a pot of white porridge and then took out two vacuum-packed packets of braised beef from the supplies, tore them open, and plated them.

The sound of water running in the bathroom lasted for a long time.

About twenty minutes later, the door lock popped open.

Su Qing walked out of the bathroom, looking as if she had been given a completely new look.

Her long, wet hair wasn't completely dried; it was casually tied behind her head with a towel, a few stray strands hanging down beside her ears, and water droplets still dripping from the ends.

The gray T-shirt that Raymond Lam wore was clearly two sizes too big on her; the neckline drooped down, revealing her collarbone and shoulder line.

The fabric hung loosely, but was stretched into a distinct curve at the chest area.

The hem covers the hips, barely concealing the cuffs of the athletic shorts.

Two dazzlingly white legs were exposed.

The bruises on my knees turned red from being soaked in hot water, which ironically made the surrounding skin look even smoother.

After washing away all the dust and sweat from her face, Su Qing's stunning beauty was fully revealed.

A 37-year-old woman's skin is still firm and elastic.

After being steamed by hot water, it turns a light pink color.

The arrogance in her eyes had been somewhat diminished by fatigue, replaced by a gentler, more ordinary woman's demeanor.

She stood barefoot on the floor, her knees slightly bent, her toes curled.

She tugged at the hem of her T-shirt a little embarrassedly.

"Your clothes... are a bit big."

"It's fine as long as it's wearable, it's not like we're walking the red carpet." Raymond Lam came out of the kitchen with a bowl of porridge and put it on the dining table. "Come and eat."

Su Qing was stunned for a moment.

On the table were two bowls of hot porridge, a plate of braised beef, and several compressed biscuits.

Steam rose up, and the aroma of rice porridge filled the air.

She couldn't remember the last time she had smelled hot food.

Su Qing sat down at the dining table, her hand still trembling as she picked up the bowl of porridge.

When she swallowed the first mouthful of porridge, it was so hot that she hissed, but she couldn't bear to put the bowl down.

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My eyes stung, and I desperately held back the tears.

Lin Feng sat opposite him, eating by himself.

"Wait, there's still some in the pot."

Su Qing hummed in agreement and lowered her head slightly.

She didn't want Lin Feng to see her in this pathetic state.

Su Qing used to frequent high-end clubs, eating French cuisine and kaiseki dishes, without ever flinching.

But now, a bowl of plain porridge almost made her cry.

This contrast made her feel ridiculous.

She ate very quickly.

I drank two bowls of porridge and didn't hold back either, taking several pieces of beef.

Even so, Lin Feng noticed that she still ate very elegantly.

He held the chopsticks upright, chewed without making any noise, and swallowed with small movements.

Even after going hungry for several days, the rules ingrained in their bones were still there.

As the meal progressed, Su Qing visibly relaxed considerably.

The neckline of her T-shirt slipped down a bit, and the way she bent down to pick up food made the neckline open even wider.

The ample silhouette in front of her swayed slightly beneath the loose fabric.

Lin Feng's gaze drifted over for half a second.

He moved it away again and continued drinking his porridge.

Su Qing caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye.

She didn't move, nor did she pull at her collar.

In fact, Su Qing was well aware of how substantial her resources were.

Her S-shaped figure, sculpted through years of dance training, combined with the fullness and voluptuousness characteristic of mature women, makes her resemble a ripe, juicy peach.

This absolutely stunning appearance is irresistible at any age.

She knew all too well the way men looked at her; from eighteen to thirty-seven, she had seen it far too often.

But Lin Feng's perspective was completely different from those of the others.

His furtive glances were brief and quick, and there was no repulsive greed in his eyes.

It's more like the most instinctive instantaneous reaction of a normal young man when faced with a beautiful woman.

Su Qing picked up the bowl to cover the slight upturn of her lips, feeling somewhat pleased.

Before the apocalypse, if any man dared to peek at her like that, she only needed to give him a cold, dismissive look to make him feel utterly ashamed.

but now……

Forget it, let him see it. Will he lose a piece of flesh?

The man had just killed two zombies for her with a baseball bat, carried her unconscious daughter back home, and cooked her two bowls of hot porridge.

In this dog-eat-dog world, she couldn't muster any anger.

On the contrary, she felt a sense of honor and reassurance at being watched by such a powerful young man.

After the meal, Lin Feng cleared away the dishes.

Su Qing offered to help, but he stopped her.

"Aunt Su, you've had a tough day, why don't you sit down and rest for a while?"

Su Qing sat on the sofa with her legs curled up, watching Lin Feng's back as he washed dishes in the kitchen.

The T-shirt was damp on one shoulder from the moisture.

The fabric clung to his back, outlining smooth and powerful muscle lines.

How old is he? Just over nineteen?

Su Qing's impression of Lin Feng was still that of a carefree and irresponsible teenager.

He was late and left early every day, which angered his homeroom teacher, Ms. Bai Bing, so much that she slammed her pointer down on the podium.

In the blink of an eye, just a few months have passed, and it has grown into this...

With broad shoulders, long legs, and sharp features, he is an extremely attractive young man.

As she pondered, Su Qing adjusted her posture, bringing her crossed legs closer to her chest, her knees slightly bent inward, and her face flushed slightly.

Lin Feng wiped his hands and came out, sitting down at the other end of the sofa and rubbing his neck.

He carried Su Xiaoxiao up several floors in the afternoon.

Although my physical fitness has tripled, my shoulders and neck are still a bit sore.

Su Qing noticed his subtle movements.

"Is your shoulder uncomfortable?"

"A little. But it's okay, I'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

Su Qing stood up from the sofa and walked behind him.

"Let me rub it for you."

Lin Feng turned to look at her: "No need, Aunt Su, you've had a long day too—"

Before he could finish speaking, a pair of hands were already on his shoulders.

Su Qing's fingers were long and slender with distinct knuckles. Her fingertips, still warm from a shower, pressed down on the knots in Lin Feng's shoulder and neck muscles with precise pressure.

"Don't move. Dancers know muscles and fascia best. Your trapezius muscles are as hard as rocks."

Lin Feng tried to win, but Su Qing's finger technique was indeed quite good.

When you press your thumb on the Jianjing acupoint and rotate it to apply force...

A tingling sensation shot up the back of his head, and he unconsciously exhaled a sigh of relief.

"Aunt Su, with your skills, it's a shame you're not a massage therapist."

"You're so cheeky. Do you think just anyone can enjoy a massage from Auntie? Okay, stop talking and listen to what Auntie has to say..."

Su Qing used her knuckles to push down along both sides of his spine.

Every point of pressure was applied to the sore spot.