3.14

Good sleeping position his ass. Won't move around much his foot. All trash talk.

Ye Junli woke up being nearly suffocated inside of 119's firm embrace. Her limbs stretched out across his torso like an octopus strangling sardines, locking him in place. He moved her arms and feet away in vain, only to have her hold him tighter each time.

He called out to her with a hoarse voice, "Feng Mian, wake up."

Feng Mian who had heard a low voice calling her was especially lethargic that morning delved her head into the other's armpit to block out the noise and continued sleeping comfortably. Ye Junli felt a head full of hair rubbing against his chest before it took refuge in the crevice under his arm. He didn't have time to move and was immediately paralysed from head to toe when a wandering palm brazenly caressed the firm lines of his pectoral muscle.

Feng Mian rubbed and kneaded the muscles under her fingertips rigorously. She mumbled incoherently under her breath, "KFC nuggets… chicken… and… 1 litre of coke… please."

Ye Junli did not hear her fully because her shifting caused him to incidentally feel the suppleness of her torso. His hands which felt as if they had been scalded quickly withdrew from her back and he groaned squeamishly. The pair of hands that were at a loss of where to place themselves hovered awkwardly above her shoulders.

Not to mention that this was the first time anyone had dared to sexually harass him so boldly, it was also the first time he had been so physically close with a female. In the apocalypse, even water was precious so they could not arbitrarily waste it. He must have been crazy to think that Feng Mian who had not washed for three days still smelled especially fragrant to his nose.

If this was in the past, the person who dared to even touch the hems of his clothes would already have their fingers broken before they can even think to frivolously rub and grope him like this.

But this was his precious experiment and he was even reluctant to scold her let alone hit her. He could only let this (not so) grievance go. Otherwise, what was he supposed to do? Rub and knead her back?

Actually…

Now that he thinks about it, isn't there a saying that you should repay an eye for an eye? So, it should be perfectly justified if he touched a bit, no? The other party had clearly taken advantage of him first and he…

Pei!

He wasn't a brain-damaged pervert. Why the hell would he be feeling up others for!

But it isn't fair that the chastity he kept for over twenty years was thrown away just like this…

Pei! Pei! Pei!

Where had his thoughts gone ah! A gentleman shouldn't casually take liberties with a sleeping woman!

Professor Ye took a slow, calming intake of air. He, who was previously an atheist chanted a mantra to calm down the heat in his heart.

'May harmony transmit there in the entire sky just as in-'

A piece of flesh on his chest was pinched.

'-the tremendous ethereal space all over the place. May harmony rule all over this world-'

A hand travelled down to his abdomen and groped his abs.

'-in water and in all herbs, trees and creepers. May harmony stream over the entire univ-'

F***! Ye Junli caught onto the spicy hand that was wantonly feeling him up. Was this woman purposely teasing him?!

Scrutinising the sleeping woman circumspectly, he was assured that her breaths were even. So it wasn't on purpose ba.

Ye Junli's eyes filled with hidden grudge squinted malcontentedly at the dead asleep figure in his arm. This debt is written in stone and he'll be sure to collect it later on.

While Feng Mian was blissfully unconscious, her online system, 555, on the other hand was perfectly awake and was vigilantly aware of the pair of predator-like eyes boring holes through its host. 555 silently lit a candle for its dense host's chastity. Someday, she'll have to reap what she sows ah.

A pair of slender hands pinched the bridge of Feng Mian's nose. The person who had their airway blocked bolted upright five seconds later while choking.

"What- what is it? Is it for Professor Zhuang's class? Am I already late ah! Junli, what time is it?!"

Ye Junli pinchers moved to her cheeks and pulled onto the reddened bulging flesh.

"Ouch! What are you doing ah!" the girl complained.

He was done for. Even this bedridden look was unseemingly cute in his eyes.

"Get up, we have something to do today."

***

"Achoooo!"

A glass beaker exploded immediately after it spontaneously got electrocuted. This was the sixth one today.

Ye Junli, after examining the Feng Mian who was on the way of sneezing herself to death since morning concluded that the cause of her unstable discharge of ability was due to the over influx of energy from the crystal nuclei she consumed. In other words, this gluttonous experiment had eaten herself to the point of sickness.

But it wasn't something Feng Mian could control either. Her body nowadays always seemed to be constantly hungry, and it wasn't normal food she was craving.

"That's normal. Your body is addicted to digesting powers, it's the nutrient it needs for your abilities to advance. The cravings will go away after some time," Ye Junli explained.

'... So she was a nuclei addict?'

Feng Mian let out another sneeze that combusted a bunsen burner on the bench. Ye Junli deftly put out the flames before walking over to her.

He snatched the ball of half bitten nucleus she still held in her hands and cautioned mildly, "In the meantime, no more than three nuclei per day for you."

Feng Mian who had been put on a diet had a disgruntled face on but did not dare disagree. Ye Junli who saw her puckering face was a bit soft-hearted and consoled, "It's not good to overeat, your current level two foundation is unstable. There's no haste to advance so soon."

Feng Mian nodded meekly. There really was no room to argue, and moreover, it was for her own good too. Ye Junli grabbed a rectangular tin from the top cabinet and like a mother who was strict but was afraid to be too heavy-handed with their child, prudently let her have the entire week's worth of biscuits.

The food here was worst than the first world, heck, she'll eat a plate of bland unseasoned fried cabbage any other day than eat tubs of dry crackers. Every day, it's either dry biscuits, crackers or canned food. Even canned tuna was considered luxury goods. But in the post-apocalypse, it was even more remarkable that there was a person who was willing to share whatever scant food they have. Feng Mian thanked Ye Junli's amicable heart that he was willing to shelter and feed her homeless self.

Ye Junli, who had never shared food in his life, pre or post apocalypse was thus inadvertently given the good guy card by the other person.

She saw Ye Junli fetch a sap green parka from the rack and couldn't help asking, "Are you going out?"

"En. We're almost out of fresh water," he answered briefly.

"Oh, wait a while oh, I'm coming with you."

Feng Mian hadn't bathed for days and could no longer stand the feeling of griminess blighting her body and was eager to take this chance to have a quick wash. Whoever could stand this smell was a slimy ghost ba!

Ye Junli frowned, his sights skimming the traces of broken and burnt glasses in the room. "No need, you stay here. The river's not far."

"No way! I saw what happened to Mufasa when he went alone, eventhough I'm no Timoon, I'm at least a Pumbaa. If you go, I go."

"...."

This is why they say not to indulge your child in too much television. Nevertheless, her concern for his safety brought a bout of warmness into his heart.

'So this was the feeling of having someone care for you.'

Ye Junli relented and stood patiently waiting for the other person to change clothes. A few minutes went by before a set of footsteps could be heard shuffling as Feng Mian made her way up the underground space. Feng Mian held a canister of soap in one hand and a barrel half her size in the other without much effort. The flask they have was too small and therefore inefficient to store water in, and since she had super strength, she didn't mind sparing an extra effort to transport water to and fro. Since the other was already housing and feeding her, she ought to be more reliable to compensate his goodwill.

Ye Junli felt that this image was a bit too comical, like a hardworking ant busily preparing for the rainy season by hoarding supplies all at once and restrained a burst of laughter.

"Need help?" he asked.

Feng Mian shook her head. "No need, I'm good."

Ye Junli saw that one of the shoelaces on her shoe was undone and because the barrel had obstructed her vision, Feng Mian did not manage to see it. He crouched down to tie it into a bow before leading her to the car parked in a camouflaged garage.

Ye Junli arranged the empty barrels to be placed in the trunk as Feng Mian rushed towards the passenger's seat. She hollered enthusiastically, "Let's go!"

She had never been so zealous for a shower!

Using a concealed trail to travel, the pair had only come across very few low levelled zombies that were easy to handle. The journey was seamless and despite having to shoot zombies now and then, the mood in the car was good.

Ye Junli, she felt, was very similar to Hao Junli in most aspects.