Chapter 48: The Fool Who Abandoned His Wife and Child in the Apocalypse (Part 18)

Shen Ke was brought to Qu Xi’s home.

She knew what would happen next.

She had initially planned to latch onto someone more powerful and kick Qu Xi to the curb.

Wen Su was powerful enough, but the fact remained that she had pushed Wen Su into a horde of zombies—a thorn that had always lingered in her heart. Perhaps Wen Su treated her well now, even willing to hand over a position like leader to her.

But if Wen Su wanted that position back, it would be effortless. Or if she grew tired of her, combined with what she had done, Wen Su might just kill her in a fit of anger.

So she actually had no say in the matter.

Shen Ke sat on the bed, lowering her gaze to Qu Xi, who was taking off her own pants.

This little ghost truly couldn’t wait a single moment.

The last layer of covering was stripped away by Qu Xi.

Shen Ke reached out with one hand, placing it on the back of Qu Xi’s head. “Qu Xi, do you like me?”

Qu Xi parted her hands slightly, gazing at the pink flesh before her. It was somewhat swollen, clearly having been used not long ago.

From the day she had been unable to find Shen Ke, she had known something like this would happen.

But imagination was far from the jealousy that reality stirred.

Qu Xi lifted her head, a smile blooming across her gorgeous face. “Of course.” She liked her to the point of madness.

After returning, she should have gone to settle the score with Wen Zhao. But upon hearing news of Shen Ke, she had chosen to seek her out instead.

She wanted to see Shen Ke, to know if she was doing well.

Shen Ke’s eyes flashed. She pressed down on Qu Xi’s head, draping her leg over Qu Xi’s shoulder.

“Qu Xi, if you touch me, you have to protect me properly this time. Don’t let anyone else take me away.” Qu Xi was far more obedient than Wen Su. If the two of them clashed, she wouldn’t lose much.

Qu Xi leaned in closer, catching the faint scent of shower gel. “There won’t be a second time.”

Suddenly, Shen Ke’s ten fingers clenched the bedsheet fiercely, her foot arching taut. What was this? Qu Xi’s lips and tongue were so cold.

Utterly devoid of warmth—like ice cubes.

If this had been before, she would have refused. But perhaps because she had done it so many times with Wen Su…

Her body was now extraordinarily sensitive, and this chill brought a thrilling stimulation.

Shen Ke’s face flushed red, her breathing growing more rapid. Her body trembled uncontrollably, her slender fingers threading into Qu Xi’s hair.

Qu Xi’s body was so cold. She clearly remembered it should have been hot.

So strange. They were only teasing at the entrance, yet that chill seemed to have already seeped inside.

Shen Ke’s foot arched tightly, her toes curling into a ball. “Haah, Qu Xi, don’t just touch there—kiss me.”

Qu Xi’s eyes darkened. She rose from her half-kneeling position.

Her lips and the tip of her nose glistened with wetness. She smiled, her scarlet eyes filled with undisguised desire.

She didn’t know how to conceal her desire, nor did she want to. She wanted Shen Ke to understand just how badly she craved to possess her.

Qu Xi kissed Shen Ke, their lips sealing together perfectly.

“So cold—”

Shen Ke never imagined that deeply sensing that chill would give rise to a thread of fear within her.

The cold spread from her abdomen in all directions, impossible to adapt to.

Shen Ke trembled violently. “So strange… Qu Xi—so, ha, so strange.” A one-of-a-kind experience.

Wen Su and Wen Zhao’s bodies were cold too, but they warmed up once active. Qu Xi’s, however, had remained ice-cold from start to finish.

Qu Xi’s kisses were cold as well, starkly obvious against her heated skin.

Suddenly, Shen Ke’s eyes flew wide open, her fingertips digging into the flesh of Qu Xi’s shoulders.

“Don’t… don’t discharge electricity.”

It was hard to describe the sensation. Shen Ke couldn’t close her mouth, saliva trailing from the corner of her lips, dripping onto Qu Xi’s shoulder.

Qu Xi tilted her head, pecking kisses along Shen Ke’s cheeks. She loved being pressed together with Shen Ke like this, with no distance between them.

Shen Ke had no idea how long it lasted. Occasionally, light filtering through the curtains shifted from warm yellow to dim gray.

Qu Xi nibbled lightly on Shen Ke’s ear, her voice hoarse. “Shen Ke, give me a proper status, okay?”

Shen Ke was pinned to the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Her mind had turned to mush; she couldn’t process Qu Xi’s words at all and could only nod frantically. “Okay… uh… okay. Let, ah, let me go to the toilet first.” Her stomach felt awful—she needed the bathroom.

At that, Qu Xi scooped Shen Ke up. But instead of heading to the toilet, she sat at the edge of the bed, positioning Shen Ke to straddle her lap facing away.

Qu Xi kissed Shen Ke’s neck. “Right here.”

Her arm crossed in front of Shen Ke’s body.

Shen Ke’s face burned crimson. Was Qu Xi insane? Here?

But Qu Xi’s next actions left her no room to care.

The electric current inside surged abruptly. Shen Ke’s body jerked violently, her mind going blank as she bit down hard on her lower lip, muffling the scream in her throat.

Two streams gushed out before her eyes—pale yellow mixed with clear—splattering entirely onto the carpet.

Qu Xi nipped at the back of Shen Ke’s neck, her tongue tip tasting the sweat unique to Shen Ke. “So cute.” She was certain the pleasure she brought Shen Ke was unparalleled among anyone Shen Ke had ever been with.

No one could make Shen Ke feel this good.

And in Shen Ke’s mind, there was only one thought.

Her body was utterly ruined.

Compared to discomfort, her body was filled more with a numbing sensation—an addictive poison she could never quit.

The moon in the apocalypse was gray. The hazy, faint moonlight illuminated Wen Su’s pale face, evoking an extreme sense of gloom.

Wen Su squatted on the ground, her face expressionless. Her drooping brow tails and slightly furrowed brows suggested she had encountered something utterly baffling, a hint of confusion in her eyes. “Xiao Zhao, you really don’t know?”

Wen Zhao coughed up a mouthful of blood. “Mama, I really don’t know.”

“I’ve been in the lab all day.”

Wen Su stood, her pitch-black eyes gazing down imperiously at Wen Zhao. “Xiao Zhao, go bring Ke Mama back.”

Wen Zhao smiled, her brows—similar to Wen Su’s—radiating an air of innocence. “Mama, what do I get out of it?”

Wen Su turned and took a step forward. “If you find her, you might be able to take her away. Provided you can beat me.”

Wen Zhao lay on the ground, watching Wen Su’s receding figure grow smaller. Her smile deepened. She truly couldn’t refuse such a benefit.

But if she found Ke Mama, Mama would locate her immediately.

Still, compared to Ke Mama vanishing, she preferred having her with Mama. Soon, very soon, she would be able to withstand Mama’s supernatural ability.

But she couldn’t move now. Her internal body was already damaged.

Mama was so indifferent—ruthless to her own daughter, striking first thing.

Meanwhile, Wen Su didn’t return home. Instead, she went to the lab and stared at the untouched meteorite. She sighed, murmuring softly, “You clearly promised you wouldn’t run.”

“This time, I’m really going to lock up Little Cat.” Wen Su’s voice echoed in the empty lab, carrying a barely perceptible chill.

After dealing with the zombies and returning, she hadn’t seen any sign of Shen Ke. The little house was empty.

She knew then that Shen Ke had fled.

Yet she had done exactly as asked—made her the leader, hadn’t restricted her freedom at all. Wasn’t her intent obvious?

She only wanted Shen Ke’s love.

“Shen Ke, why run away? It makes me sad.”

Wen Su had thought it would take a couple of days to find Shen Ke. Yet the very next afternoon, Shen Ke returned on her own.

With a red-eyed woman in tow.

Wen Su removed her black-framed glasses and wiped them gently. “Shen Ke, there’s a limit to playing around.”

“You’re clearly my wife. How did you end up in someone else’s bed?” As she spoke, Wen Su’s gaze fixed directly on Qu Xi. “Even… this, uh…” She paused, seemingly searching for the right word, then continued after a moment. “This ghost thing’s bed.”

Qu Xi, standing behind Shen Ke, had a heavy gaze. Her good mood vanished in an instant. She curled her lips in sarcasm. “Shen Ke’s wife and child died long ago. Are you so eager to join the dead?”

After waking, Shen Ke had rested a bit before insisting on going home. Unwilling to let go, Qu Xi had shamelessly tagged along.

She hadn’t expected Shen Ke to bring her to meet some aged old woman with such grating words.

This woman even resembled Wen Zhao—enough to make Qu Xi feel nauseated.

Wen Su put her glasses back on and turned to Shen Ke. “Shen Ke, what do you say?”

The atmosphere between Wen Su and Qu Xi felt terribly off to Shen Ke. Yet Wen Su’s calm demeanor made it seem like she had her completely pinned down.

Shen Ke snorted coldly and said to Qu Xi, “She really is my wife.”

Qu Xi’s expression turned extremely ugly in an instant. Being young, she couldn’t hide her feelings—every emotion showed plainly on her face.

“Didn’t your wife die?”

Shen Ke lifted her eyelids, her gaze drifting lightly onto Wen Su. Seeing the smile tugging at Wen Su’s lips, Shen Ke tsked dismissively, utterly unconcerned. “So what if she’s my wife? It’s the apocalypse.”

“Besides, I’m the leader of Dawn Base now. What’s wrong with having a few more?”

These words were utterly scummy. Wen Su felt a bit helpless. “Shen Ke, I get angry too.” No one wanted to share the person they liked.

Qu Xi, meanwhile, couldn’t suppress her smile. So the status Shen Ke had given her yesterday was real.

A wife like that—she’d just kill her at the first opportunity. No one could compete with her for Shen Ke.

Qu Xi took two steps forward, blocking in front of Shen Ke. When her scarlet pupils fixed on Wen Su, they carried a bone-deep chill. She could kill her right now, too. It seemed Shen Ke’s feelings for this woman weren’t deep.

Killing intent gradually surfaced in Qu Xi’s eyes. Wen Su sensed it. She lowered her long lashes, a faint smile curving her lips. She had remained composed from start to finish.

“Shen Ke, come over here. Unless you want blood splattering your white clothes.”

Shen Ke froze for a moment. In the next second, black-red blood began flowing from all over Qu Xi’s body.

Shen Ke’s heart jolted. She knew Wen Su had begun using her supernatural ability.

Qu Xi grimaced in pain. She touched her face, blood gurgling in her throat, making her words slur. “It hurts a little.”

Shen Ke silently clenched her fists. It seemed Qu Xi wasn’t a match for Wen Su. As she thought that, a bolt of lightning suddenly exploded right at Wen Su’s position.

Wen Su’s figure was swift; she dodged the lightning. Her black eyes shifted slightly, landing on Shen Ke. Shen Ke’s eyes were wide open, as if she had witnessed something astonishingly delightful—joy and delight shining in her gaze.

Wen Su’s brows furrowed faintly. This was the first time she didn’t want to maintain her smile. She shifted her gaze to the person before her.

The wounds on this person’s body were healing at an astonishing speed. A glint flashed in Wen Su’s eyes—this was an excellent experimental subject.

But right now, more than experimenting, she wanted to kill her.

Shen Ke had never looked at her with that gaze.

A little… no, intensely jealous. All of Shen Ke’s gazes should belong to her alone.

Wen Su’s pale lips parted slightly, her eyes unusually earnest. “Shen Ke, I’ve told you—I love you.”

“I don’t want to share you with anyone else.”