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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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620 Chs

A Week-Long Sandstorm

Biên tập viên: EndlessFantasy Translation

While He Xing was massaging, Du Yue silently recorded his movements and strength in her heart. Although she could not guarantee that she would remember them all, it was not a problem to remember the general movements. After He Xing finished massaging her, she asked He Xing to lie down with his back facing her and used the same method she had just learned to massage him.

Although He Xing praised her for her good massage, Du Yue knew very well that she was far inferior to He Xing in terms of technique and strength. "Although I can't compare to you, it's fine as long as I can make you feel comfortable, even if it's just a little bit."

He Xing turned around and hugged Du Yue in his arms. "Your intention is priceless. No matter how skilled you are, it can't compare to your sincerity!"

Du Yue smiled when she heard that. He Xing was becoming more and more of a sweet-talker.