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

It's common for Liu Mengxian to get up early, but her clothing is quite unusual.

"Hmm? Xian'er, is it a holiday today?"

Liu Mengxian, dressed in a form-fitting cheongsam, exuded a poetic and ethereal aura. She sat on the sofa, holding a book in one hand, reading quietly. Her elegant figure was graceful and charming, and every inch of her alluring curves was perfectly displayed under the form-fitting cheongsam.

Especially her round, jade-like breasts, which seemed about to burst out of her clothes, were particularly eye-catching.

"Isn't today the first day of the Lunar New Year?" Liu Mengxian asked back.

"Today?" Yan Ziming glanced at the calendar on her phone and chuckled. "No, it's not here yet, it's tomorrow."

Liu Mengxian tilted her head slightly, "This is my first time celebrating the New Year..."

"It's alright. Tomorrow is the first day of the Lunar New Year, and today is Lunar New Year's Eve. Xian'er, it's fine for you to dress like this. You can dress like this for the next few days."

Very beautiful.

Yan Ziming thought so: Liu Mengxian in this state was truly the embodiment of wicked desires that could seduce both men and women.

"Come here." Liu Mengxian patted the sofa next to her.

Without any hesitation, Yan Ziming sat down next to Liu Mengxian with remarkable ease.

A captivating fragrance wafted towards me, a delightful and intoxicating scent, somewhat like...

Perhaps the smell was too familiar, Yan Ziming tilted his head and asked, "Xian'er, did you take a bath?"

"Yes, I took a shower this morning."

"No wonder it smelled so familiar..."

He lifted Liu Mengxian's long hair, which was draped over her waist, with one hand. It was still slightly damp, cool and refreshing, as if he were holding a piece of fine silk.

This scene, reminiscent of a beautiful woman emerging from a bath, deeply captivated Yan Ziming.

Yan Ziming leaned down slightly and took a gentle sniff. He discovered that it wasn't just the scent of the shampoo, but also a more unique, indescribable fragrance that blended with the shampoo's aroma to create a unique, captivating 'bewitching scent'.

"Ah..." Yan Ziming paused for a moment, realizing that her behavior seemed a little inappropriate.

He's practically a flirtatious scumbag.

Now that I'm a girl, there doesn't seem to be anything abnormal about doing this kind of thing, right?

He looked up at Liu Mengxian, who was also looking at him, her eyes filled with that same kind of mockery that Yan Zimo was all too familiar with.

"Smells good?"

“…It smells good,” Yan Ziming hesitated for a moment before answering truthfully.

"Do I smell better, or does the shampoo smell better?"

"Of course, Xian'er smells better!" Yan Ziming gave a thumbs up.

"..."

Seemingly surprised by Yan Ziming's direct answer, Liu Mengxian looked at her silently, her gaze drifting to behind Yan Ziming.

Immediately, she leaned down slightly, lifted a strand of Yan Ziming's black hair that had fallen to his shoulder with her delicate hand, and smelled it.

Seemingly feeling somewhat unsatisfied, Liu Mengxian let down a strand of her hair, thinking it was over, but then she leaned close to Yan Ziming's graceful neck, her breath as sweet as orchids.

"Xian, Xian'er?!" Yan Ziming froze.

It's so itchy...

She dared not move, but only dared to shift her gaze downwards as much as possible, and saw that Liu Mengxian was leaning against her in an extremely ambiguous posture.

Feeling his arms being enveloped by two endless soft mounds, Yan Ziming felt himself sinking into them.

At that moment, she could feel that her neck was more sensitive to the outside world. Liu Mengxian's breath was blowing on it, making it itchy, as if scratching her heart. She didn't need to look to know how red her skin was.

After a long while, Liu Mengxian finally stopped doing this, and Yan Ziming felt like he was about to collapse.

But after waiting for a long time, Liu Mengxian didn't say anything. After making that ambiguous move, she acted as if nothing had happened and continued reading her book.

Yan Ziming wanted to pretend nothing had happened, but the more she tried to hold back, the more itching she felt, leaving her extremely conflicted.

After a long while, Yan Ziming finally couldn't hold back and asked, "Xian'er, what you just did...?"

Liu Mengxian glanced at her indifferently, a hint of a smile that Yan Ziming failed to notice. "What did I do just now?"

"Uh...you were on me just now..."

"It's the flavor I like."

Yan Ziming was speechless: "Ah...ha...thank you for the compliment..."

“The second time.” Liu Mengxian held up two slender, jade-like fingers, looking at her with a serious expression.

"Huh? Ah!" Yan Ziming couldn't help but slap his forehead in annoyance, realizing he had made a mistake again!

They cannot say anything like "thank you" or "you're welcome" to each other; if they do, they will be punished.

This is the second time.

The last time was three months ago, when Yan Ziming learned from Liu Mengxian that she had been protecting him all along, and she had kept it to herself until now.

It wasn't intentional on her part; rather, it was an unconscious restraint she always felt around Liu Mengxian.

This slight awkwardness could not be eliminated no matter how close she got to Liu Mengxian; it was something she was born with.

It was both an admiration for Liu Mengxian and a respect for the strong... The biggest difference in their experience in dealing with people was the root cause of Yan Ziming's restraint.

"Why don't we pay it all off today? I just had some questions while reading a book, could you teach me?"

Liu Mengxian put down the book she had been holding and made this suggestion, but her expression didn't give Yan Ziming much room to refuse.

"Hmm... well, that works too."

[What? I thought Xian'er was going to punish me like last time, but it turns out she just wants me to teach. No problem~~]

But when her gaze fell on the book that Liu Mengxian had put down, her expression changed.

"Xian'er, what you're reading... this book...?" Yan Ziming broke out in a cold sweat.

—Boss, this was originally...?

—Hey kid, you're a yuri fan too, right? There are many ways to play this book that you wouldn't even imagine.

—Oh ho? Give me one!

This book... how come the cover looks so much like a certain R18 yuri novel that I bought and treasured from a comic convention before?

Was Xian'er reading this novel all along?

Sweat poured down Yan Ziming's body even more rapidly.

Liu Mengxian leaned forward, opened the book, and pointed to the contents.

"There are some terms I don't understand. What does 'lesbian' mean? And what about 'top' and 'bottom'? And... and..."

2. Lotus seeds

For the entire morning, Yan Ziming was practically living in misery, nearly dehydrated (sweating) from being tormented by Liu Mengxian.

"That's all for today. We'll talk about the rest another day, another day..."

Yan Ziming hurriedly snatched the book away and clutched it tightly to his chest.

Thank goodness, this R18 deluxe yuri novel is a slow burn; it hasn't even reached the most beautiful part yet all morning. Yan Ziming secretly rejoiced.

We're just one or two pages away from getting to that part.

"Okay, I'll talk to you again tomorrow. I'm really curious about what happens next."

"Eh......"

Yan Ziming broke out in a cold sweat. A possibility occurred to him, and he asked, his mouth dry, "Xian'er, you wouldn't have seen...?"

"I've finished reading." Liu Mengxian placed her hands on her knees, closed her eyes, and calmly recounted the last thing Yan Ziming wanted to happen.

Ah this.

Wasn't I incredibly stupid for trying to cover up the truth all along?

"Thoughts... never mind, nothing. Xian'er, what are your plans for today?"

I originally wanted to ask Liu Mengxian for her thoughts after reading the book, but Yan Ziming, knowing that she couldn't go any further down the path of courting death, changed the subject in time.

To be honest, Liu Mengxian definitely wouldn't make any arrangements; in fact, it's impossible for her to, since it's her.

I was just asking.

"If you don't mind, shall we go out and buy some New Year's goods?" Yan Ziming suggested.

Today is Lunar New Year's Eve, and a New Year's Eve dinner is naturally indispensable. Yan Ziming wanted to make it as lavish as possible, and her inner culinary spirit was burning brightly.

On New Year's Eve, Ye Qianxue and Mu Mu will definitely come back, which is a rare thing lately, as the two of them have been traveling around and working hard.

It seems that Yan Ziming is the only one at home doing nothing, living a life of idleness.

"According to your."

Liu Mengxian rose slowly, and with such a simple movement, she moved with graceful grace and elegance, like a blue peony in full bloom, inspiring endless imagination.

Recalling Liu Mengxian's innocent and naive demeanor when she asked her for advice earlier, and comparing it with the current contrast, Yan Ziming thought to herself, "What a vixen!" After dressing up a bit, she took Liu Mengxian out.