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I'm Hoarding for the Apocalypse

In the second year of the apocalypse, Du Yue died alone, killed by apathy and exposure to extreme weather. Somehow, she opened her eyes to find herself not only alive, but also back when it was three months before the apocalypse. Despite the surprise, she thought about the upcoming disasters and upheavals. First, it was the fog that carried a virus that stayed for a month. Then, global temperatures rose to over 120 degrees, evaporating most of the world's water and melting all the icebergs. After that were level-10 earthquakes, cyclones, tsunamis, permanent eclipse, and avid rain... and that was not all, because after global warming, came global freezing. As temperatures dropped to below negative fifty, the savagery humans displayed was far worse than any imagined horrors like zombies! Knowing what was coming, Du Yue sold off her family property and used the pocket dimension her mother left her to hoard as many resources as possible, so that she could survive the apocalypse. Meat? Grain? Oil? Spices? Weather gear? She bought everything! Steaks, French fries, spaghetti, and canned food must all be stocked up! To He Xing, the male lead, she was a god and the key to surviving the apocalypse! Having thought of the apocalypse, Du Yue sold off her family property and used the pocket dimension her mother left her to hoard as many resources as possible, so that she could survive the apocalypse. Meat? Grain? Oil? Spices? Weather gear? She bought everything! Steaks, french fries, spaghetti and canned food must all be stocked up! To He Xing, the male lead, she is a god and the key to surviving the apocalypse!

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Are You Allergic to Romance?

นักแปล: EndlessFantasy Translation บรรณาธิการ: EndlessFantasy Translation

Du Yue was speechless. What should she say? Was this man allergic to romance? However, it was also quite cute. He liked to eat meat, and his preferred method of expressing his fondness for others was to cook meat for them. It was simple and direct without any beating about the bush.

She glanced at He Xing's bleeding palm and said, "Let's treat your hand first. Don't let it get infected."

He Xing looked at the wound and waved his hand. "It's okay. It'll be fine in a while."

"Sit down. I'll help you deal with it," Du Yue said.

"Alright," he said. He Xing sat down obediently. Then, he realized that he needed the first aid kit to treat his wound. "I'll go get it."

"No need, sit tight." Du Yue stopped him and sat down beside him. "Put all the weapons on the table back into the space."

Although He Xing had no idea what she was going to do, he nodded and put all his weapons back into his interspace.