Vixen Above, Mensao Below (39)

As a hot-blooded teenager that had only just felt the stirrings of love, it couldn't be helped that Ye Minzhe was inexperienced and straightforward. As they say, a dog's mouth wouldn't be able to spit out ivory [1].

Song Jia was in the living room listening to the latest news when Ye Minzhe suddenly ran towards her and breathlessly asked, "Jia, do you know what my shirt is made of?"

Song Jia wasn't alone inside the living room. Sheng Li, Wen Yan, and Ouyang Che were also there, watching international news with her.

Song Jia couldn't be bothered to deal with him, so she only asked, "What?"

Ye Minzhe glanced at his phone screen before puffing up his chest with as manly of a smile as he could muster.

"It's made of hubby material!"

Ouyang Che, who had been eating a custard bun, choked. He pounded at his chest, throwing a grateful look at Song Jia when she silently handed him a glass of water.

Sheng Li and Wen Yan looked away from the TV, dumbfounded.

"I see."

Only Song Jia was able to respond to his declaration calmly, but as the recipient of his loving words, her bland response could be said to be a fate worse than death.

Ye Minzhe also wasn't one to give up. He hurriedly looked at his phone again and asked, "Know what's on the menu later?"

Song Jia blinked her eyes and asked, "What?"

"Me 'n' u."

"..."

Song Jia was speechless. Ye Minzhe saw that her expression was still not right, so he persisted.

"Jia, do you have a lighter?"

"Ye Minzhe...can you stop?" She was feeling embarrassed for him. Look at Sheng Li and Wen Yan, they were about to turn into the terracotta army from the extreme shock.

Ouyang Che was also shaking silently by trying to hold back his laughter. He didn't know why Ye Minzhe was giving Ye Jia pick up lines, but it was the first time he saw Ye Minzhe looking so lame.

As his friend since childhood, Ouyang Che was aware of just how overpowered his Brother Minzhe was. He was the type to randomly shoot a basketball into the ring and get three points, the type to get a blackbelt from every MMA he decided to try out, and the type to win every online game he played and easily get the title of an e-sports god.

Although Ye Minzhe's academics wasn't good, it was his only setback. Everything else, from his looks, wealth, background, and talent, if Ye Minzhe decided to become number two, no one would dare claim to be number one.

And the fact that he never had a girlfriend was also very tantalizing to the female population. It gave them the illusion that they had a chance, and if they were to have a fateful encounter with Ye Minzhe, they would be the next Cinderella.

Of course, this applied only for the girls that was drastically below him in status. For Ding Xiuxiu, she personally liked the challenge, and the reward that she would be his only one.

Ouyang Che also remembered an important point. It seemed that Brother Minzhe was still a virgin...

"Jia, do you have a lighter?" Ye Minzhe was still stubborn, and earnestly repeated his question.

Song Jia pursed her lips and answered, "No."

Fine, this grandma will just view it as if I owed you something from our previous life.

Ye Minzhe curved his lips and leaned forward, pointing at his chest.

"Then how did you manage to light my heart on fire?"

"..."

Seeing that his words didn't have any effect, Ye Minzhe still wanted to continue. Song Jia silently took out a pack of tissues, tore out two and kneaded them into balls, plugging both of her ears.

Her face wasn't as thick as his, and she was also feeling embarrassed.

Ye Minzhe, "..."

Damn Baidu, they said that this would work!

Could it be that he had not practiced enough, so his words didn't deliver his sincerity?

Due to his unexpected failure, late at night, if one were to press their ear against Ye Minzhe's bedroom door, they would be able to hear subtle murmurs of the young master practicing his lines.

"Do you have a name? Because I think I should call you mine. Wait, I already know Jia's name..."

"Let's flip a coin. Heads, you're mine, tails I'm yours. Ooh, that was a good one...Jia would probably like it..."

And then the scratching of pen on paper as he recorded his thoughts.

Thus, despite the zombies ravaging the world outside, the mass hysteria, and several countries descending into anarchy, Ye Minzhe's beautiful springtime still continued to bloom.

...

In the next few days, a zombie horde was reported to have been seen eighty kilometers away from the Ye estate. It would only take a day or two for the zombie horde to reach them.

Zombies had a very keen sense of smell, and they could sense if there was a healthy human being meters away.

If they were not taken care of properly, they might overcome the high walls and directly trespass into the estate.

Because the situation was so dire, Papa Ye personally needed to intervene and took several guards and hired thugs with him to control the situation. He also wanted Ye Minzhe to come, since he wanted to give him valuable fighting experience. Of course, it was also because...

Alright, this old man could admit it. His son might even be better at him in driving the zombie horde away.

Ye Minzhe primarily didn't want to go because he wanted to guard Song Jia, but if he didn't go, and the Ye estate got invaded, it would also put her in danger.

"Just go. The situation isn't that good, I heard that the number of zombies has increased by at least one-third and they're getting harder and harder to fight off. If we passively wait for them to reach us, we'll be caught in a siege. Just be careful not to get bitten."

Song Jia settled his decision for him. She also didn't want him to go, because she was afraid that he would get bitten, and such a situation would be even more terrifying than several zombie hordes.

"Jia, I'll assign several female guards to protect you, make sure to never leave their sight. I looked into them, they won't abandon you like that bastard did."

Ye Minzhe put a bulging duffel bag on her bed. "I also packed several weapons for you, most of them explosives. If you find yourself in any danger, just throw them, don't worry about anything else. I'll try to go back as quickly as possible."

Ye Minzhe also taught her how to use them step by step, making sure she memorized how to do it even if she was paralyzed by fear. However, he still wasn't reassured. He felt irritated and uneasy. Just thinking that she would be alone and be far away from him made him feel as if his heart was being slowly dug out by a blunt knife.

"Forget it, I won't go. Even if zombies invade, I would still be able to protect you."

Wasn't it precisely because he had left her last time with that bastard that she almost put herself in danger? And when she was with that old cow, didn't she nearly sprain her hand? No, this won't do. He needed to be by her side.

Song Jia had convinced him for half a day before he decided to go, and now, only after a time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he was taking back his decision again. She felt truly helpless.

They had already repeated this kind of cycle for the fifth time.

[1] Ch. idiom that means refined speech will not come from the mouth of a crude individual