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

"Dancers are covered in injuries every day. If my aunt didn't know how to treat her muscle strains and overuse injuries, she would have collapsed on stage long ago."

She leaned forward slightly.

Because of the angle, the warm breath from his breathing swept across the back of Raymond Lam's neck.

The neckline of the T-shirt droops even lower in this pose.

Lin Feng could easily see that full, rounded curve simply by tilting his head.

But he didn't do that.

His eyes were fixed on the black television screen directly in front of him, his expression as serious as if he were watching the evening news.

Anyway, after that day, he can not only look at it, but also touch it however he wants, and knead it into all sorts of strange shapes without any problem, so there's no rush.

Su Qing's hand massaged along the edge of Lin Feng's shoulder blade.

With each push, the palm pressed an inch closer to the muscles of his back.

The muscles under my hands felt extremely firm to the touch.

It exudes a tenacious energy with explosive power.

Su Qing's fingers paused for a moment.

She could tell by touch that Lin Feng's physical condition was ridiculously good.

"Raymond Lam, have you ever practiced combat sports or martial arts?"

"Nothing. I've just been lucky; I've suddenly become stronger recently."

"Did you become stronger because of the apocalypse?"

"Well, I guess you could say I'm blessed with good looks."

Su Qing didn't press the matter further, as it involved Lin Feng's privacy.

In an era where zombies can appear, it's not too far-fetched for someone to suddenly become stronger.

Her hands moved to both sides of Lin Feng's cervical spine, her thumb and forefinger alternately kneading the taut tendons.

The two remained silent for a while.

"Raymond Lam".

"Um?"

"Do you... have someone you like?"

This question came rather abruptly.

Lin Feng turned his head and glanced at her.

Su Qing's expression was calm as she focused on pressing his neck muscles with her head down, speaking as if it were just casual conversation.

"Not yet. Before the apocalypse, I was busy setting up safe houses, so I just coasted through school. What's up?"

"It's nothing, just asking."

Su Qing lowered her eyes, a secret joy that she herself did not understand flashed through her heart.

"How lonely it must be to be alone in the end times. It's always good to have someone who cares about you."

"Aunt Su, who are you worrying about?"

"I'm worried about you," Su Qing said earnestly. "You saved Xiao Xiao, so you're my benefactor. Of course, I'd care about my benefactor's personal matters."

Lin Feng was amused by her serious tone: "Okay, then after the apocalypse is over, I'll trouble Aunt Su to help me make some arrangements."

"The end of the apocalypse?" Su Qing paused for a few seconds, then continued rubbing, her voice very soft, "Whether it will end or not is still uncertain."

The atmosphere became heavy at this point.

Su Qing removed her hand from Lin Feng's shoulder and neck, and sat back down on the sofa.

The massage movements aggravated the muscles she had strained while running up and down the stairs during the day, causing her arms to tremble slightly.

"Aunt Su, thank you." Lin Feng twisted his neck, feeling much more relaxed after the exercise.

Su Qing waved her hand and leaned back on the sofa.

Wet hair was scattered around the neckline of her gray T-shirt.

The warm light shone on her freshly washed face.

Without any makeup, her pores were clean, her eyebrows and eyes were relaxed, and she looked naturally beautiful.

"I'm the one who should be saying thank you." She looked at the ceiling, her voice tinged with weariness. "Lin Feng, thank you for opening that door today."

[Ding! Target Su Qing's approval rating has changed.]

Current approval rating: 25% (budding trust).

[System notification: The heartwarming details in your daily interactions are solidifying her sense of belonging to the shelter. Continue to protect her, and the bond will continue to deepen.]

Lin Feng didn't say anything more, leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes for a while.

The living room quieted down, with only the low hum of the air conditioner's outdoor unit.

The warm light bathed the entire room in a soft orange glow.

Su Qing sat beside her, her wet hair cascading over her shoulders.

After being steamed by hot water, she exuded a faint fragrance of shower gel.

When Lin Feng opened his eyes, his gaze fell directly on her.

The neckline of the gray T-shirt was slightly open due to the sitting posture.

The delicate skin below her collarbone shimmered with a warm glow under the gentle light.

She wasn't wearing a bra, and the drape of the fabric accentuated her figure.

Lin Feng's gaze lingered for a moment before shifting away.

But the body's instinctive reaction comes faster than reason.

Xiaoyue felt a surge of heat, and the fabric of her pants suddenly became somewhat tight.

He subtly adjusted his posture, crossing one leg over the other, trying to conceal his sudden embarrassment.

Su Qing didn't notice at first.

She was looking down at her fingers.

My fingertips are still a little red from the vigorous massage I did earlier.

A few seconds later, she turned her head and glanced at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng was staring at the black TV screen, his expression looking much the same as before, but his posture had changed.

He crossed his legs, leaned slightly forward, and rested his arms on his knees, as if deliberately trying to hide something.

Su Qing's gaze fell downwards for a moment, then quickly shifted away.

Her ears suddenly felt like they were on fire.

As a married woman who has had children, she certainly knows what that position means.

Her heart suddenly skipped a few beats, and her fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of her T-shirt.

The two remained silent for a few seconds.

Su Qing bit her lower lip, her mind racing with thoughts.

She knew very well that if Lin Feng wanted to do something, she had no right to refuse.

This house is his, the food is his, and he saved her and her daughter's lives.

He could have made that request directly, without even needing her consent.

But he didn't.

He didn't even glance at her; he just sat there alone.

I tried to suppress that impulse in my own way.

This realization stirred up a complex mix of emotions in Su Qing.

There was gratitude, heartache, and a touch of inexplicable softness.

Su Qing loosened her grip on the hem of her dress.

"Raymond Lam".

"……Um?"

"You..." Su Qing paused, her voice very low, "Are you feeling very unwell right now?"

Lin Feng's body stiffened for a moment.

"No." His voice was a little tight. "Aunt Su, don't worry about me, I'll be fine in a bit."

Su Qing didn't move.

His fingers clenched and unclenched repeatedly on his knee.

After a while, she slowly got up from the sofa, walked over to Lin Feng, and squatted down.

Lin Feng looked down at her, his brows furrowing slightly: "Aunt Su—"

"Don't speak."

Su Qing did not look up at him.

Her gaze fell on a spot below his knees, and her ears turned bright red.

Her fingers reached out and paused slightly when they touched Lin Feng's waistband; her fingertips trembled.

"You saved my daughter and me... This is what Auntie owes you." Her voice was very soft, almost inaudible. "I... I'll help you."

Lin Feng reached out and pressed her hand down.

"Aunt Su, although your lives are all mine, I don't want to take advantage of your kindness. If you're not happy about it, there's no need to force yourself."