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

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Special Preferences

However, since the other party had apologized so sincerely, Yan Ziming couldn't hold a grudge.

He released the hand that was gripping Si Mo and took the box from her. The box was small and square, and it looked like it contained a box of fruit.

Although a box of fruit wasn't a valuable item for a wealthy family like Yan Ziming's, it was a small gift with a lot of meaning, and Yan Ziming felt embarrassed about it.

"No, it's okay, I'm so sorry, we were the ones who kept you waiting... Oh right! You said you just moved in? That makes us neighbors!"

Yan Ziming's smile was like a gentle breeze, as if he were very familiar with the art of chatting with neighbors.

She remembered that no one had ever lived next door to her. After all, the community was quite well-equipped, and not just anyone could move in. Therefore, the concept of neighbors was not reflected in Yan Ziming's home.

Those who can afford to live there are either people with superpowers or wealthy people, with the majority being people with superpowers.

But since they're superhumans, constantly walking the line between life and death, dying at any time is perfectly normal.

Back when she lived in the Jiangning Military Administrative District, her neighbor... well, that's how he died. After that, several other people died one after another, and the sixth floor where Yan Ziming lived became a forbidden room.

Perhaps it was because Yan Ziming's house number "666" was considered auspicious that she was not allowed to leave with her neighbors.

Now Yan Ziming has finally welcomed new neighbors again, and she admits that she is very happy, after all, this is also an element of forming a family!

She decided that if the other person was a superhuman, she would do her best to ensure their safety; if they were relatively wealthy, she would simply be a friend.

But for some reason, Yan Ziming felt that the voice was somewhat familiar, so he took a few glances at the person in front of him.

Upon seeing it, Yan Ziming exclaimed in surprise, "So it's you!"

She knew this person very well; in fact, she couldn't forget her even if she wanted to. She had seen her in the United States just two days ago, and she had personally rescued her from a riot. After that, she had Mu Mu take her to the consulate general in Beian, and then nothing more happened.

I remember... her name was Wen Xintong.

"Eh?"

The other person also looked up in a daze, then covered their mouth in surprise: "Ah! It's a senior with a special hobby!"

Ga?

Yan Ziming's face instantly darkened, becoming so dark it could swallow up all the light.

What the hell do you mean by a senior with unusual fetishes?! You've made her seem like a pervert!

"Pfft-"

Si Mo, who was being held in Yan Ziming's arms, burst out laughing: "Pfft, hahahaha! Tell us about your special hobbies! Let us have a laugh too!"

"shut up!"

Yan Ziming angrily grabbed Si Mo's face, kneading and squeezing it until it was round and flat, thoroughly enjoying himself.

"So it can move..." Wen Xintong said softly when she saw Si Mo speaking.

At first, she thought it was a porcelain doll, so exquisite that it made her want to touch and caress it. Who knew it was actually alive!

“Ah… this guy’s name is Si Mo, he is—” Yan Zi Mo drawled out.

Speaking of which, how should we explain Si Mo's identity?

You can't just say she's a black calamity, can you? Whether people believe it or not is another matter.

"Is she your sister?"

Wen Xintong answered first, and Yan Ziming was slightly taken aback, but followed her lead and replied, "Yes, she's my sister. Oh dear... my sister is quite mischievous, I'm sorry if she causes you any trouble in the future."

Actually, she was going to say that Sisi was her pet...

Si Mo, who was in his arms, suddenly began to struggle violently: "Who's your sister? Watch your manners!"

"Shut up! You freeloader! Spit out what you just stole!"

Yan Zimo exerted a lot of effort to hold her down. In fact, this was because Si Mo didn't really use her full strength. Otherwise, with Yan Zimo's strength, how could he have held down a dragon?

"She's usually quite violent, so it's best not to mess with her," Yan Ziming whispered in Wen Xintong's ear.

"Ha..." Wen Xintong was a little confused about the interaction between the two sisters. It seemed very warm, but something just felt off.

"No, let's not talk about that now!"

Yan Ziming remembered something important, and tossed the silk motif into the living room like trash. It bounced behind the sofa with a 'der~der~' sound. Then, with a forced smile, he put his hand on Wen Xintong's shoulder.

"scare--!!!"

Wen Xintong was frightened by her because Yan Ziming's face looked really scary.

Yan Ziming leaned closer to her and said kindly, "What did you mean by 'a senior with special hobbies'? Could you explain it to me?"

"Alas!!!"

Wen Xintong screamed in fright, her whole body contorting into an irregular shape... Of course, this is just a description, but she was genuinely terrified.

Wen Xintong said tremblingly with her eyes closed, "Because..."

"because?"

Yan Ziming moved even closer.

"because......"

Wen Xintong trembled even more.

Tell me why already! I'm so impatient!

"Because my senior said he would throw a super beautiful young girl like me into a lawless slum and have my delicate body humiliated in all sorts of ways by those dark-skinned, hairy, and sweaty men!"

This is outrageous! Yan Ziming doesn't want to comment further!

But she still had to complain—why did you stutter when you were speaking earlier, but now you're speaking so fluently?!

"So you define me as a senior with special fetishes just because of this?" Yan Ziming asked expressionlessly.

"Yes!" Wen Xintong squeezed out tears and nodded vigorously.

It must be really tough on you to tell the truth even when you're so scared!

Yoshi, bury it!

It was just a joke, how could Yan Ziming do such a thing? The other person is a great beauty, after all!

Of course, the plan is to secretly drug her while she's asleep, then dump her in the slums, and let...

Let those dark-skinned, hairy, and sweaty men humiliate the delicate body of an incredibly beautiful young girl in the prime of her life in various ways!

That's what she thinks about all the time, so Yan Ziming just fulfills her wish!

Well, even so, the other party was just an ordinary person, and a neighbor at that. Yan Ziming could only think about it in his heart, and then his shameful erection... got excited!

"Hey... that was just a misunderstanding. Didn't I explain it to you clearly back then?"

Yan Ziming tried his best to persuade her, hoping to change her preconceived notions.

"But you said you were going to dump me in the slums, right?"

"But--"

"You said it, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did say that, but—"

"Wow! You still say you don't have any special fetishes?!"

Yan Ziming felt a string in his mind snap.

Indeed, it's better to bury it...

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Good Neighbors

"Senior, your expression is so scary..."

Wen Xintong's forehead was sweating, she put her hands in front of her chest and took a step back.

Yan Ziming, standing before her, exuded an undisguised murderous aura, and his gaze, as if looking at a dead man, sent shivers down her spine.

"Well, never mind." Yan Ziming suddenly did a #720° big spin you deserve to have a beautiful face change#, catching Wen Xintong off guard.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. If we do, don't blame me for being rude to you."

He gave Wen Xintong a stern warning with a terrifying look. Driven by an extremely strong will to survive, she nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, afraid that Yan Ziming would change his mind and bury her.

Seeing that Wen Xintong was so cooperative, Yan Ziming did not pursue the matter further as agreed, and instead asked about other things.

"Xintong... ah, is it okay for me to call you that?"

"Ah! Sure, OK, Meng Da Nai!"

Why say it in three languages?

Yan Ziming mentally complained and said, "Then just call me Ziming, or Ziming before... never mind, just call me Ziming, and don't call me by any other name!"

Ever since Wen Xintong said she was a "senior with special fetishes," she has been unable to look at the word "senior" the same way again.

At least, I don't want to hear that from Wen Xintong.

"Mmm! Zimo!"