Chapter 20 The Poor Girl

She had overestimated her own strength, and at the same time, she had underestimated Zhou Yan's vigilance.

Not only did she fail to pull him, but the action instantly made Zhou Yan extremely alert.

With just a gentle tug of his hand, Zhang Yajing's body, weak and frail from hunger, instantly fell to the ground!

Zhou Yan quickly raised his rifle and opened Zhang Yajing's door in a very standard tactical advance shooting stance.

He wanted to see if there were really three hundred axemen hiding in the room.

As long as Zhang Yajing threw a cup as a signal, they would rush out and mince him into meat paste...

It was hard to describe Zhang Yajing's home.

Messy...

The entire house had a pure white decor, but white showed dirtiness all too easily...

A lot of the furniture was covered in dust and moldy green fuzz...

On the living room floor, there were still many red packages of emergency supplies that the authorities had once distributed, but that was nearly three months ago...

All kinds of women's clothing were scattered everywhere on the floor...

He checked each room, and there was no one.

He even found her "electronic boyfriend" on her bedroom bed.

But unfortunately, her "electronic boyfriend" must have been dead for a long time—at least two months...

He turned around, his puzzled gaze fixed on Zhang Yajing, who was standing behind him looking cautious.

"Why on earth did you pull me?"

Hearing Zhou Yan's words, Zhang Yajing suddenly understood a little why such a good man was still single.

"If I said I intended to seduce you, would you believe me?" Zhang Yajing smoothed the stray hair on her forehead and said this naturally and openly.

"I've already said, there's no need to demean yourself this way. There are more reasonable ways to obtain food from me..."

"How do you know I'm not willing?" Zhang Yajing interrupted Zhou Yan and asked back.

Zhou Yan rubbed his brow, explaining helplessly: "I already have two women..."

Zhang Yajing's eyes widened. So Su Yanqiu also...

"You already have two women, so why are you pretending to be innocent with me? Or is it that you don't think I'm good enough?" Zhang Yajing said crossly.

Zhou Yan remained stubborn: "That was a misunderstanding... mis... mmm..."

Zhang Yajing suddenly dove into Zhou Yan's arms and took the opportunity to kiss his lips.

Zhou Yan stared at the woman in front of him with wide eyes.

She was actually using her tongue? Did she not know she had just eaten compressed biscuits?

She even bit his lip very hard, as if venting.

"Hiss..."

Zhou Yan hurriedly pushed her away, ran to the bathroom, and looked in the mirror...

"Crap... it's bleeding... Can I even go home now?"

Zhou Yan looked worriedly at the small cut on his lower lip that was bleeding; this spot was too obvious...

"If you can't go home, just stay here! After all, it's right next door, it's not far..."

Zhang Yajing leaned against the bathroom door frame and teased.

Zhou Yan was constantly changing his mouth shape in the mirror, trying to find a way to "hide" the wound.

The sudden softness behind him brought him back to his senses, as a pair of hands wrapped around his waist.

"I actually know that you think someone like me is especially cheap, which is why you despise me, right..."

Zhang Yajing rested her head gently on Zhou Yan's broad back, as if talking to herself, her tone neither sad nor happy...

"Do you know, you're especially charming when you reject others..."

Zhou Yan: "..."

This sentence inexplicably struck a chord with someone...

He gently grasped the hands wrapped around his lower abdomen and tried to pull them apart.

Damn? She's actually quite strong?

The more Zhou Yan pulled, the tighter the hands held on.

To the point where Zhou Yan suspected that if he used any more force, he might hurt her.

"Sigh... sister, a forced melon isn't sweet!"

"I'm about to die of thirst, do you think I care if it's sweet or not?"

"But I already have two women at home!"

"I'm not moving over there! It's the same if you sneak over to my place!"

"I already said! You can get food by working for me just the same!"

"Hiss... Damn! Don't bite! Don't bite!"

Zhang Yajing opened her mouth and bit down hard on Zhou Yan's shoulder.

Very hard; Zhou Yan was all too familiar with that stinging, numbing, itchy sensation.

Because the other shoulder had been bitten by Yan Yue...

It had bled back then too...

Sensing the woman behind him had let go, Zhou Yan immediately turned around.

Only to find that Zhang Yajing was crying...

Weeping pitifully, gasping for breath.

"Why do you always act like I'm only after your food? Can't I just like you? Wuwuwuwu..."

Zhou Yan was speechless.

This was just like a short video Zhou Yan had once scrolled past on TikTok, where a girl was clinging to the door of a Lamborghini, crying and shouting at the old, fat, ugly, but very rich man driving: "It's you I like! I don't care if you have money or not!"

Zhou Yan was willing to call it the best joke of the year.

Zhang Yajing saw the look in Zhou Yan's eyes and knew that he didn't believe her at all.

She didn't say anything more, just wiped her tears with the back of her hand, as if nothing had just happened, and said: "Let's go, didn't you say you were taking me to catch fish?"

After saying that, she stood by the door on her own, quietly watching Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan shrugged, held his gun, pushed the door open, and walked out.

Zhang Yajing followed silently by Zhou Yan's side, staying very close.

Inside the fire door, it was still as dirty as ever.

The air was filled with a nauseating earthy smell mixed with the damp, moldy scent, full of the post-apocalyptic vibe...

Zhou Yan lived on the eleventh floor, and he had to go down five floors to meet Wang Zeyu and his group...

Below the fifteenth floor, there actually weren't many people hiding here; they were worried that the merfolk in the water would climb up to eat people, so they generally hid in the high-floor corridors.

The two of them didn't have much conversation along the way, except that Zhang Yajing never gave up on her "designs" on Zhou Yan.

Her little hands were almost never still the whole way, which infuriated Zhou Yan.

What an upside-down world! It's one thing that I haven't taken advantage of you, but you actually dare to take advantage of me?

Zhou Yan was just about to reach out to "teach" the woman beside him a lesson.

A shrill cry suddenly rang out in the stairwell.

It scared Zhang Yajing so much that she instantly dove into Zhou Yan's arms.

Zhou Yan pressed tightly against the wall, holding his gun.

Zhang Yajing was pressed against Zhou Yan.

"Is... is it a ghost?" Her voice trembled, with obvious fear in her tone.

Zhou Yan rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Mom—! What on earth are you doing in his house! Come out now!"

"Mom—!"

"I beg you, let my mom out! I won't eat your food!"

The crying and shouting came from the corridor downstairs, full of despair and anger.

Zhou Yan frowned and quickened his pace downstairs, with Zhang Yajing following closely behind.

They arrived downstairs and peered out from the fire door, seeing a girl of about sixteen or seventeen, wearing beige pajamas, pounding hard on a closed door, her face covered in tears, her eyes filled with humiliation and breakdown.

Immediately after, a man's rough voice rang out impatiently from inside the room: "What the f*ck are you making noise for! Didn't you get to eat the food? Now that you're full, you're f*cking coming here to meddle in other people's business?"

After hearing the man's voice, the girl became even more agitated, crying and shouting: "Mom! Come out! Let's go home! I won't eat anymore! I won't eat anything! I'm not hungry at all!!"

Perhaps it was the despair in her daughter's voice that stung her, or perhaps it was the fear that her daughter's shouting would attract other dangers, but the door was suddenly flung open from the inside with a "click."

The middle-aged woman who opened the door was about forty years old, wearing pink pajamas, her clothes slightly disheveled.

Her face flushed red and then paled; seeing her daughter outside, her eyes were filled with shame and mortification: "Niu Niu... don't shout... listen to Mom..."

Just then, a fat, bulky body also squeezed to the doorway.

He was bare-chested, wearing only a pair of small briefs, his fat belly fully exposed.

Seeing the young girl outside weeping pitifully, a nauseating, murky glint flashed in his originally angry little eyes.