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

Su Qing looked up at him.

His eyes were a little red, but his gaze was very serious.

"I'm not unhappy about it."

Her voice was soft, yet every word was clear.

"You saved me and Xiaoxiao, that's true. But what I'm doing now... isn't just because I owe you, it's because I want to do it..."

"Could you let Auntie do some things she can manage? That would make her feel better."

Lin Feng looked at her, remained silent for a few seconds, and slowly released his hand.

Su Qing lowered her head.

Trembling fingers unbuttoned his trousers.

Her movements were clumsy.

The warmth of my fingertips traveled through the thin fabric, carrying a slight coolness.

Her fingers were long and well-defined, the kind of hands that would be perfect for playing the piano, but at that moment they were clumsy, like a girl learning to sew for the first time.

Lin Feng leaned back on the sofa, his breathing unconsciously becoming heavier.

Su Qing did not look up the entire time.

Her eyelashes drooped low, casting a small shadow on her cheeks, and her ears were so red they looked like they were burning.

After a moment, she changed her approach.

A moist, warm sensation covered it.

Lin Feng's back suddenly straightened, and his fingers gripped the armrests of the sofa tightly.

Su Qing's movements were very light, with a hint of probing.

Occasionally, her teeth would accidentally bump together, and she would immediately stop, mumble "sorry," and start over.

The only sounds in the living room were the hum of the air conditioner and the intermittent breathing of the two people.

The world outside the window continued to collapse, and the roars of zombies were blocked out by the thick walls.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Feng's body suddenly tensed up for a moment, then slowly relaxed.

Su Qing turned her head away, raised the back of her hand, elegantly wiped the corner of her mouth, shrank back onto the sofa, curled up her legs, and buried her face in her knees.

Her ears turned bright red, and her neck was tinged with a light pink.

Lin Feng leaned back on the sofa and glanced at her sideways.

"Aunt Su."

"……Um."

"Thank you."

Su Qing didn't look up, her voice muffled: "Don't say anything more."

Lin Feng stood up, went to the bathroom, grabbed a wet towel, and handed it to her.

Su Qing took the towel, wiped her hands and face, and never looked up at him.

"I'll go check on Xiaoxiao." She stood up, her voice still a little unsteady. "You...you should get some rest."

She practically fled into the second bedroom and closed the door.

Lin Feng sat alone in the living room, looked at the closed door, and let out a long sigh.

. . .

The next day.

The faint hum of the temperature control system echoed softly within the safe room.

Su Xiaoxiao slowly woke up on the bed in the second bedroom.

Even after the fever subsided, my body remained weak and limp.

She opened her eyes, looked at the unfamiliar ceiling above her, and was covered with a soft, clean air-conditioning blanket. Her mind was a little confused for a moment.

She sat up and looked down at herself.

The school uniform skirt had several messy folds pressed into it, and the temperature on her calves had returned to normal.

Su Xiaoxiao has a sweet appearance with slightly chubby cheeks, and usually speaks in a soft and gentle voice.

In class, she was the kind of cute school beauty who was well-behaved and would blush if a boy tried to talk to her.

The door was gently pushed open.

Su Qing walked in carrying a steaming bowl of white porridge.

"Xiaoxiao, you're awake?"

Su Qing walked quickly to the bedside, placed the bowl on the bedside table, and reached out to touch her daughter's forehead.

She breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the temperature had dropped.

"Mom, where are we?"

Su Xiaoxiao looked around.

The room was renovated to be extremely sturdy, with even the windows sealed with thick steel plates.

Su Qing pulled up a chair and sat down.

She recounted, in a fragmented manner, how she escaped last night, how she knocked on Lin Feng's door, and how Lin Feng dealt with the zombies in the hallway and carried her back.

Su Xiaoxiao listened with her heart pounding the whole time.

Finally, her gaze fell on Su Qing.

The oversized gray men's T-shirt looked baggy on Su Qing.

Her neckline drooped, revealing a large expanse of fair skin and delicate collarbones.

The hem covered her thighs, and underneath were a pair of athletic shorts.

These are not clothes her mother would normally wear.

"Mom..." Su Xiaoxiao bit her lower lip, her voice very low, "Lin Feng... he didn't do anything to you, did he?"

Su Qing's hand holding the bowl suddenly trembled, and a few drops of hot porridge splashed onto the back of her hand.

The scene on the sofa last night instantly flashed into my mind.

The warm touch, and the embarrassment of wiping my mouth while curled up in the corner of the sofa.

Her cheeks flushed bright red instantly.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Su Qing turned her face away, wiped the porridge stains off the back of her hand with a tissue, and tried her best to maintain a motherly demeanor to hide her panic.

"He kindly took us in and even gave you such precious fever reducer. Don't think the worst of him, hurry up and eat something."

Su Xiaoxiao said "Oh" and obediently picked up the bowl to drink the porridge.

His eyes couldn't help but dart towards Su Qing's neckline.

She felt that her mother was acting very strangely today, and she didn't even dare to look her in the eye.

After eating the porridge, Su Xiaoxiao felt she had regained some strength, so she followed Su Qing out of the second bedroom.

In the living room, Raymond Lam was standing in front of the open kitchen frying eggs.

The frying pan sizzled and emitted a fragrant aroma of oil.

He was wearing a simple black vest, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and the lines of his back muscles undulated smoothly with the movement of flipping the wok.

Su Xiaoxiao stood at the corner of the corridor, secretly observing her high school classmate whom she hadn't seen for several months.

In her memory, Lin Feng was a rich second-generation who skipped classes all day and acted irresponsibly.

In the past, she didn't even dare to look him in the eye, always feeling that he was someone she didn't want to mess with.

But now, the man in front of me is tall and upright, and his every move exudes a reassuring composure.

Especially when she recalled what her mother had just said, that he had single-handedly killed those two monsters in the corridor and carried her, who was unconscious, all the way up.

Su Xiaoxiao's cheeks felt a little hot, and her fingers unconsciously gripped the hem of her school uniform.

Lin Feng turned around, plated the fried eggs, and placed them on the dining table.

"woke up?"

He glanced at Su Xiaoxiao, his tone indifferent, as natural as inviting family members to breakfast.

"Hmm..." Su Xiaoxiao took two steps forward, her voice barely audible, "Thank you for saving me."

"Instead of thanking me, you should thank your mother. She risked her life to save you. Sit down and eat."

Lin Feng pulled out a chair.

Su Qing walked over and pulled her daughter to sit down.

She kept her head down the whole time, her gaze fixed only on the plate in front of her.

Whenever Lin Feng's gaze swept over her, her breathing would become erratic.

Her fingers instinctively reached for the hem of the oversized T-shirt, afraid of exposing herself.

Lin Feng didn't point out her embarrassment.

He ladled out two bowls of millet porridge, pushed them in front of the mother and daughter, and sat down to eat as well.

"Eat more to replenish your energy. I still need your help to organize the supplies in the warehouse today."