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

Perhaps there's a chance for improvement in the future, but according to Yan Ziming's expectations, at most they'll remain at the level of good friends or besties, and there won't be any further advancement.

She already had the answer to this question in her heart.

Then comes the second question—if anyone develops these feelings for her in the future, should she accept them?

To be honest, just maintaining the current family relationship has already taken a lot of her energy.

Ye Qianxue and Mu Mu are not like the women in those harem novels, who can accept any number of concubines the protagonist has.

Rather, you could say that there's no such woman in the world! Unless she doesn't love you at all!

Even in ancient dynasties when polygamy was legal, emperors had thousands of concubines in their harems who were constantly vying for power. The wives and concubines of kings and prime ministers also fought each other. This phenomenon continued for thousands of years without interruption, forming a historical record that spans from ancient times to the present.

They could tolerate him once or twice, but that was their limit. If it continued, Yan Ziming would eventually be tied up and torn to pieces, and he would embark on the path of no return that Cheng Ge had taken.

Taking a deep breath, Yan Ziming made his final decision.

Instead of answering with words, she conveyed her answer with an incredibly passionate kiss.

Most importantly, my heart is already full and can't hold any more people.

In my world, having you is enough...

..........

Mu Mu felt as if her soul was leaping and trembling with joy.

She knew that Yan Ziming would give her the answer she wanted, and in the way that would make her fall for him the most.

Their soft hands had already slipped inside each other's clothes, emanating a heat that could burn away all reason, incinerating everything within each other's bodies.

However, Yan Ziming suddenly realized something and said inappropriately, "Wait a minute, you haven't promised me you won't go to nightclubs anymore."

"......"

I'd almost taken my clothes off, and this is what you tell me?!

Mu Mu rolled her eyes. "Can't we talk about this after we're done? You're making me feel really awkward!"

So she got angry and said, "I won't agree."

"What did you say!"

Yan Ziming looked at her with displeasure. "At a time like this, would it kill you to grant me this one request?"

"Nightclubs may not be a good place for ordinary girls, but for people like us who are at the top, they are a good entertainment venue. So what's wrong with going or not going?"

To make Yan Ziming understand, Mu Mu deliberately used the word 'we'.

"...Well, what you said makes sense."

Yan Ziming reluctantly agreed with her statement.

Alcohol can comfort them, but it can't really get them drunk. No one can do anything dirty to them, and no one dares to.

For people like them who stand at the pinnacle of countless others, there is no place they cannot go.

If so, it means they are not in a high enough position or strong enough.

She hasn't been to a nightclub in many, many years. If you include the time she spent as a man, it's probably been about ten years.

I'm really curious to see what it's like now.

"You really want to go and see it, right?"

Her words revealed Yan Ziming's thoughts, causing her pretty face to blush slightly. "Anyway, you just need to promise me you won't go to those kinds of places again."

Mu Mu replied irrelevantly, "Ever since we got together, we've mostly been having fun at home... How about we try something different now?"

"Idiot, you idiot... what are you saying?!"

"It means seeking thorns outside—"

"Ahhh, I get it! Stop talking!"

Yan Ziming waved her hand, her face flushed, feeling a great sense of rejection towards Mu Mu's idea, yet also a faint sense of anticipation.

She wished she could just dig a hole and crawl into it, knowing she had such thoughts.

"Then it's settled!"

Mu Mu, having made up her mind, naturally wouldn't change it. Now was the time to strike while the iron was hot, so she picked up Yan Ziming and vanished into the void.

...............

Bei'an City.

The proprietress of the "Singing and Dancing" nightclub was listlessly resting her chin on her hand, watching this place where money, power, and desire intertwined with utter indifference.

Having run this nightclub for several years, she thought to herself: Maybe... this is life.

Just as she thought tonight would pass by unchangingly into daylight, the space suddenly blurred for a few moments, and a small golden card fell onto the table in front of her, leaving behind only a lingering fragrance...

There was also a beautiful lingering sound—

"Madam, I'll choose the VIP suite myself! Duration... two days!"

Chapter Sixty: A Drinking Method That Money Can't Buy~

"That voice just now... was it Mu Mu?"

The proprietress picked up the gold card that had been slammed on the table. It was indeed Mu Mu's; her identity was linked to her.

But... why does she want the VIP suite?

That place is specifically designed to satisfy guests' 'sexual' needs, and of course, there are quite a few enthusiasts in this regard, Mu Mu being one of them. The key point is...

Oh dear! Which unlucky man was dragged away by Mu Mu to play this kind of dirty trick?

Mu Mu has been a regular here for a long time, and the proprietress knows Mu Mu's personality well. Since she chose the deluxe suite, she definitely won't be the one to be the 'submissive' one...

I just hope that guy won't suffer any psychological trauma.

Please remember to leave a five-star review, dear!

..............

Deluxe Suite 003.

Mu Mu stepped out of the spatial rift, threw Yan Ziming onto the soft bed, and wore a wicked smile on his face.

"Where is this?"

Yan Ziming looked completely bewildered. Mu Mu's actions were too fast; it had only been a few seconds since he was brought here from his home, leaving him no time to react.

The room is decorated in light pink, seemingly plain and unremarkable, but in fact, it subtly creates an ambiguous atmosphere. Just being in it makes your body slowly and involuntarily warm up.

"What do you think? Nightclubs, of course!"

"Holy crap, you brought me here before I even agreed! What about my opinion?!"

"Your opinion is not important; what's important is that you're here now!"

Mu Mu stood with her arms crossed, looking down at Yan Ziming. The overhead light magnified her shadow several times over, making Yan Ziming appear like a helpless little animal, trembling and clinging to herself...

#The above is purely Mu Mu's wishful thinking#

"Nonsense! Take me back!" Yan Ziming said angrily.

"Go back yourself if you want. I've already booked the room, it's over ten thousand a night! In US dollars!"

Having come all this way, how could Mu Mu choose to leave empty-handed? It would be a waste of this great opportunity not to collect some spoils.

"But before you go out, I need to tell you that you're wearing pajamas."

Yan Ziming looked down and found that it was indeed the case.

Her full breasts were barely concealed by her pajamas, revealing a patch of white skin, and her two round, white legs were exposed to the air, twisting together like dough.

If she went out like this, she would definitely be mistaken for a crazy woman.

But that's not a problem. As long as I use my superpower, even the most advanced surveillance equipment won't be able to see my figure.

Mu Mu seemed to have anticipated this, and with a playful expression, he took out several bottles of high-end red wine from a cabinet to the side.

Yan Ziming's eyes widened. "This is—! Holy crap! Isn't this the kind of high-end item that money can't buy? It can't be fake, can it?"

"You're fake, but this bottle of wine can't possibly be fake. It's more real than real gold!"

Mu Mu rolled her eyes and tossed the wine to Yan Ziming. Yan Ziming caught it in a fluster and, after carefully examining the anti-counterfeiting label, confirmed that it was genuine.

"Wow! They say only a thousand bottles of this stuff are produced a year! You can't buy it even if you have money. Is it in the wine cabinet here...?"

Yan Ziming's expression was one of great joy, and his dissatisfaction at being forcibly brought here by Mu Mu vanished.

Mu Mu sneered: "A thousand bottles? Heh... That's true, but if you have the ability, turning it into a thousand and one bottles isn't difficult."

"...Well, that makes sense."

"So... are you still leaving now?"

"......"

Mu Mu sat seductively on Yan Ziming's lap, nuzzling his delicate cheek and exhaling the aroma of wine, which aroused Yan Ziming's craving for alcohol.

Yan Ziming's face was full of struggle, feeling that she had lost out by selling her body to the devil for a bottle of wine.