I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

Yan Ziming sighed and pushed her hand away: "I feel like... I haven't been of much use this time."

"Who said that?" Mu Mu's eyes turned cold.

"Ah...it's none of anyone else's business, it's just how I feel."

Mu Mu gently brushed a stray lock of Yan Ziming's hair from behind her ear and said softly, "Don't underestimate yourself. Don't you know how much effort you've put in?"

"I've heard that you almost died during the attack on the underground energy depot..."

The cold light in Mu Mu's eyes intensified. Although her voice remained gentle, Yan Ziming inexplicably shivered.

"War... how can there be no deaths?"

"That doesn't mean you're the one who should die!"

"That's why I'm sitting right in front of you, all right now. I'm so lucky, it's hard for me to die even if I wanted to."

She was at a loss when it came to this topic. Yan Ziming tried his best to dodge the question, so Mu Mu could only sigh helplessly: "Forget it, I know you won't listen even if I tell you."

She held up a finger and tapped it on Yan Ziming's nose: "Don't underestimate yourself, okay?"

"...Is this what you really wanted to say?"

"roll!"

Chapter Thirty-Six: The Wooden Man

The next day, the sunlight streamed down onto the bedside, shining on her graceful shoulders exposed outside the quilt, reflecting an alluring glow.

"Well......"

Mu Mu turned over, pulling the entire blanket away, revealing Yan Ziming lying naked beside her.

Although it was the height of summer, Yan Ziming felt unsafe being naked without covering herself. Half-asleep, she struggled with Mu Mu for the blanket, but after a while without success, she had no choice but to get up.

Yawning, Yan Ziming sat up sleepily, gazing at the blazing sunlight in the sky, his drowsiness gradually dissipating.

"Today... ah, it's already midday."

She quickly got up, took a shower, and then went to the kitchen to cook.

Sizzle...

Cooking oil splattered in the pan, creating tiny droplets. Yan Ziming skillfully carried a dish to the table and then went to prepare the next one.

dong dong——

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Who could it be at this time?

Yan Ziming wiped his hands, took off his apron, and walked towards the corridor. He opened the door and found a creature that was no more than 1.4 meters tall.

"Yo-ho~~"

boom--! ! !

He slammed the door shut with a loud bang.

Yan Ziming rubbed his temples, thinking that running into this guy so early in the morning was terrible; it must be because he hadn't done enough good deeds...

Ignoring the person outside the door, Yan Ziming was about to return to the kitchen to continue cooking when he almost coughed up blood when he got to the living room.

"A mere door is naturally useless against a great being like us!"

Si Mo stuffed the dish that Yan Zi Mo had just cooked, along with the plate, into her mouth and swallowed it without even chewing, making a "glug" sound. That's how she fed the dragon her dish.

"You guy-!"

Yan Ziming picked up Si Mo, who was sitting at the dining table, and tossed her onto the sofa. Staring at the empty dining table, he was momentarily stunned.

"That's outrageous! How can you treat guests like that?"

"What kind of guest barges into someone's home without permission and then swallows the dish they just cooked, plate and all?!"

Yan Ziming's temples bulged with veins; he was infuriated by this monstrous little girl!

As a housewife (?), she has a unique passion for cooking, and by extension, she also loves the tableware.

That plate was her favorite! It's heartbreaking to think that it ended up inside the dragon's belly.

"That's your own fault for keeping us noble folks out!" Si Mo said matter-of-factly, hands on her hips.

"Yes, yes, great and noble Silk, my little pond cannot contain your great dragon. May I ask you to go out and soar through the nine heavens?"

Yan Ziming opened the window and pointed outside, the meaning of which was quite obvious.

A warm breeze blew in, carrying with it the unique scents of the big city.

Si Mo let out a burp: "Well, we should still be a little considerate of people's feelings, so I'll just have to make do with you for a while."

She just lay down on the sofa, seemingly determined not to leave. Yan Ziming couldn't do anything about it and had no choice but to let her stay there.

Thinking that there was still some time before the two guys woke up, Yan Ziming decided to go back to the kitchen and continue cooking.

This time she was smarter. Instead of taking the cooked dishes to the living room immediately, she placed them on the table next to her to avoid them being devoured by Si Mo in the blink of an eye.

While preparing the first dish, Yan Ziming set it aside and began preparing the second dish.

Swah——

Nothing happened.

Suspicious, Yan Ziming turned back to continue cooking. For no reason, her heart skipped a beat. With another "whoosh," there was still nothing.

Yan Ziming glanced into the living room and saw that Si Mo was still lying on the sofa like a salted fish, not moving at all, and swinging her white little feet, making a crisp pattering sound.

That's strange. Am I just being too neurotic?

It seems I didn't trust her enough... It's my fault, it's all my fault.

Ah la~~

Doorbell rang.

Don't get me wrong, this isn't Yan Ziming's quirky sense of humor, it's Mu Mu's.

When she first suggested installing a doorbell, she insisted on recording her own voice in it, saying it would be more unique. Yan Ziming couldn't persuade her otherwise, so she had to give in to her wish.

"I'm coming!"

Yan Ziming put down her work, wondering who it could be. She had only taken two steps when she suddenly turned around, her speed so fast that even she herself found it hard to believe.

Sisi stopped just like that, as if a pause button had been pressed. Her little hands were still holding the steaming hot shredded potatoes and meat, not even bothering to touch the heat.

Her posture was like that of a thief.

Are you playing the role of a wooden puppet here?

Yan Ziming was so angry that he laughed. He wanted to see how long Si Mo could maintain this posture, so he stared straight at her. The other woman's bloodshot eyes were also looking at Yan Ziming, as if she was looking for an opportunity to disappear along with the food.

We're all wooden figures, no talking, no moving...

The two stared at each other silently for more than ten seconds before the silence was broken by the doorbell ringing again.

【Huh? Could it be that the doorbell ringing wasn't something Simo staged herself to sneak a bite to eat?】

Yan Ziming relaxed his posture in surprise, feeling embarrassed to keep his guest waiting outside the door. He gave Si Mo a deep look, then turned to go to the corridor to open the door for his guest. But as soon as he stepped out, he pulled his foot back.

In that instant—

Si Mo devoured both bowls of food with lightning speed, her little mouth bulging from the large amount of food. Even under Yan Ziming's angry gaze, she kept chewing...

"You guy!"

Yan Ziming grabbed her face and stretched it into a pancake shape, pulling it to the extreme, but Si Mo was still chewing her food and looking at her with innocent eyes.

"Spit it out!!!"

They pulled, tugged, and pinched Si Mo's face, trying to make her spit out what was in her mouth, but Si Mo's mouth wouldn't open even a crack. Finally, she tilted her head back slightly and swallowed with a "gulp".

"Mmm... It tastes good. Make two more for us to try."

"Sizzle!!!"

Yan Ziming exploded, pulling her into his arms and rubbing her vigorously (?), seemingly wanting to vent all his anger on her face.

I have to say, her face is so elastic, it feels even better to pinch than Ye Qianxue's.

Yan Ziming got so engrossed in pinching her that he couldn't bear to let go, and carried her by the cheeks into the corridor.

Ah la~~ Ah la ah ...

The person outside seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and pressed the doorbell a few more times. But the other person seemed to find the doorbell sound very strange, and kept pressing it repeatedly, getting stuck in an endless loop.

For a moment, the mesmerizing sound of Mu Mu's signboard echoed throughout Yan Ziming's home.

Unable to bear it any longer, Yan Ziming quickly opened the door, revealing the guy who had been ringing the doorbell.

"Ah, hello, I just moved in next door. Nice to meet you! This is a small gift, please accept it as a token of my appreciation."

As soon as the door opened, the girl outside blushed, bent down, and handed over the things she was carrying. A soft, sweet voice came from her lips. She seemed to realize that her behavior was somewhat inappropriate and quickly apologized.

"Sorry about earlier, I just thought... this is... very magical—very nice to listen to, so I..."

Girl, were you trying to say "it's so addictive"?