132: Chapter 132 My sister has eaten more salt than you have eaten rice.

But she knew that what she had to do now was to continue to smile, continue to make a fuss, and continue to be that lively and cheerful Han Yurou.

To put her mother's mind at ease.

And to make herself... feel a little less miserable.

She rolled over and closed her eyes.

Tomorrow, she still had to go to the ecological box to pick strawberries.

This time, she would eat them all herself.

She wouldn't leave any for him.

This thought caused the corners of her mouth to curl up slightly.

Then, she fell asleep.

...

As the days passed, the RV continued its journey south.

The temperature rose steadily, and the changes in the outside world became increasingly apparent.

Large areas of snow melted, and occasionally, stubborn withered grass could be seen poking through the bare earth.

Some survivors began to emerge from their hiding places, scavenging for supplies among the ruins.

Qin Lin still didn't stop.

But his gaze would occasionally be drawn to those thin, weak figures outside the window.

Only occasionally.

Most of his attention was still on the vehicle.

That afternoon, Li Ying appeared at the door of the Drivers Cabin.

"Brother Qin Lin, are you free?"

Qin Lin looked back and saw Li Ying leaning against the doorframe.

She was wearing a white silk shirt with the collar slightly open.

Her lower half consisted of matching wide-leg pants and a pair of stilettos on her feet.

He really didn't know what her mindset was, wearing high heels in a RV environment like this.

Was she trying to attract his attention like Han Qing?

But he had to admit, she looked very good in them.

"Something the matter?"

Li Ying walked in and sat in the passenger seat next to him, crossing her long legs.

"I want to discuss something with you."

"Speak."

"I want to buy some clothes from the System Store."

Li Ying was blunt.

"I want to borrow some points from you."

Qin Lin looked at her: "Borrow? How will you pay me back?"

Qin Lin hadn't told her that he was the only one who had survival points.

Whether to give them or not depended entirely on his own will.

The idea that passengers could earn points was actually proposed by Su Yuran.

She said it was to give those who joined the vehicle later a sense of mission and a schedule to prepare for.

Qin Lin didn't say much either.

Anyway, he would just leave the task of arranging and relaying missions for future passengers to her.

It just so happened that he could enjoy some leisure time.

"By working,"

Li Ying said as if it were a matter of course.

"I can help with cooking, organizing supplies, coordinating outfits for everyone... I can do anything that's useful."

Qin Lin smiled.

"Li Ying, do you know that in the apocalypse, labor is the least valuable thing?"

Li Ying raised an eyebrow: "Then you tell me, what is valuable?"

Qin Lin didn't answer directly; he just looked at her.

His gaze moved slowly from her face to her slightly open collar.

Then to her crossed legs, before finally returning to her face.

"What do you think?"

Li Ying was stunned for a moment, then she laughed.

There wasn't a hint of shame or anger in that smile; instead, it held a kind of understanding.

"Brother Qin Lin."

She leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on her knees and propping her chin in her hands as she looked at him.

"Are you flirting with your big sister?"

Qin Lin leaned back against his seat and admitted it frankly.

"You could say that."

"Oh?" Li Ying raised an eyebrow.

"Then I'll have to think carefully about how to answer."

As she spoke, she reached out and lightly tapped Qin Lin's chest with her fingertip.

"Brother Qin Lin, do you know how much older I am than you?"

"Ten years."

"And yet you still dare to flirt with me?"

"What's wrong with ten years?"

Qin Lin grabbed her finger.

"Aunt Qing is seventeen years older than me, and don't I still flirt with her?"

Li Ying laughed.

She withdrew her finger and tucked a long strand of hair behind her ear.

That simple action, when done by her, carried an indescribable charm.

"Aunt Qing is Aunt Qing, and I am me."

"I'm not as easy to flirt with as your Aunt Qing."

She emphasized the words "Aunt Qing" heavily.

"Is that so?" Qin Lin looked at her.

"Then what will it take to get you to bite?"

Li Ying laughed, a very pleasant laugh.

She liked this kind of straightforward conversation.

No beating around the bush, no testing or hints.

Just blunt expression.

I want you; will you give yourself to me?

This kind of honesty was rare in the apocalypse.

"Brother Qin Lin,"

She leaned back and crossed her arms over her chest.

"I've lived for thirty years, and the people chasing me could form a line from here to Clear Water Bay. Can you guess why none of them succeeded?"

Qin Lin thought for a moment: "Because you didn't think much of them?"

"Correct." Li Ying nodded.

"Because I know exactly what I want. What I want isn't money, status, or sweet talk."

"What I want is someone who truly makes my heart flutter."

She looked at Qin Lin with a hint of playfulness in her eyes.

"What about you? Do you think you can make my heart flutter?"

Qin Lin didn't answer.

He simply reached out and gently grasped her wrist.

Li Ying was stunned for a moment.

"I don't know if I can make your heart flutter."

"But I do know that when you said those words just now, your heart skipped a beat."

Li Ying's smile faltered for a second.

"How do you know?"

"Because I'm holding your wrist."

"The pulse doesn't lie."

Qin Lin actually knew by asking the System.

Li Ying looked at him and suddenly felt that this man, ten years younger than her, was much more interesting than she had imagined.

"Brother Qin Lin." She slowly withdrew her wrist.

"You're playing with fire."

"What's wrong with playing with fire? It's not like I haven't done it before."

Li Ying stood up.

She walked in front of him, leaned down, and braced her hands on the armrests of his chair, her face very close to his.

Close enough to see the curve of his eyelashes.

"Then big sister will tell you."

Her voice was very low, with a hint of huskiness.

"Playing with fire will get you burned."

Qin Lin looked at her face so close to his.

Exquisite features, deep eyes, and that faint, lingering smile.

He admitted that this woman was indeed very charming.

It wasn't the mature and restrained charm of Han Qing.

It was an outward, aggressive charm.

She knew she was beautiful, and she knew how to use that beauty to achieve her goals.

She wasn't afraid of being looked at or flirted with; she even enjoyed this back-and-forth game.

This kind of woman was the hardest to handle, but also the most interesting.

"Li Ying."

"Hmm?"

"Do you know how old I am?"

"20."

"Do you know what a 20-year-old man fears most?"

Li Ying thought for a moment: "Fearing rejection?"

"Wrong." Qin Lin shook his head.

"Fearing a lack of opportunity."

He reached out and gently put his arm around her waist.

Li Ying's body stiffened for a split second.

This reaction was much more honest than her expression.

"But I'm not afraid, because the opportunity is right in front of me."

Li Ying looked down at his hand, then up at his face.

"Brother Qin Lin." She laughed.

"Who did you learn this move from?"

"Self-taught. Are you satisfied?"

Li Ying didn't answer.

She just reached out and pinched his face.

"It's alright, but it's still missing a little something."

"Missing what?"

"Missing..."

Li Ying leaned into his ear and whispered:

"Missing a bit of sincerity that would make me yield willingly."

She took a step back, escaping his embrace, and stood up straight.

"As for the clothes, I'll owe you for now."

"When I've thought of how to pay you back, I'll come find you again."

She turned to walk out, and when she reached the door, she glanced back at him.

"Brother Qin Lin, next time you want to flirt with me, remember to bring some new moves."

"This big sister has eaten more salt than you've eaten rice."

She laughed and closed the door.