Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

There are three girls in this room. They are dressed very charmingly, and the key is that each of them has a different style.

Some look mature and charming, with bodies like ripe peaches, as if they would ooze out water at the slightest touch;

Some of them look petite and tender, but have astonishing sizes, typical of baby faces with big breasts.

Others have a cold and world-weary face, a slender figure of about 1.8 meters, and perfect body proportions.

Zhang Yi had some impression of her. She seemed to be a very famous model with more than five million online fans.

The moment he saw them, Zhang Yi's gaze inevitably became a little vague, not knowing where to look.

He couldn't help but sigh: "The rich people's way of enjoying themselves is so high-end and very professional!"

He walked into the room with a gun in his hand, and the three girls huddled in the corner in fear.

Some are sad, some are pitiful, and some look disgusted.

This complex combination of emotions actually makes men more likely to get excited.

"You're truly a professional! You can move people with just one gesture and one look."

If it were an ordinary LSP, he would probably have been unable to restrain himself by now.

But if the person who came was Zhang Yi, the result would be slightly different.

He glanced at the three of them, "Are you Kun?"

When the three girls heard this name, their faces instantly turned ugly.

"How can you defame someone's innocence for no reason? We are not Kun, we are guests here, we are here to visit!"

Zhang Yi took a look at their bodies, and the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

"Who would let their guests dress like this? Could it be a traditional family tradition?"

This statement was sarcastic, and the three girls immediately covered their faces with their hands in embarrassment.

But they exposed too much, and it couldn't be covered with two hands. Even in the live broadcast field, it was very explosive.

Zhang Yi pulled a chair over from the side and sat opposite the three people, with the gun in his hand shaking slightly.

"Tell me, where are you all from, Kun?"

Although these three women are very beautiful and have very hot bodies, if I am not mistaken, they are also senior female technicians with superb skills and proficient in various fancy moves.

But Zhang Yi is a person with mysophobia and doesn't like to make friends with others.

If they don't have other skills, Zhang Yi will kick them out.

After all, he never keeps idle people in his family.

That’s right, this shelter costing one billion US dollars belongs to him, Zhang Yi, from now on.

When the three women saw the gun in Zhang Yi's hand, they were so frightened that they dared not resist.

But the tall girl with a classy face said stubbornly: "I'm not Kun!"

"If you're not Kun, then what are you?"

The girl said proudly: "I am a socialite!"

"A socialite?"

Zhang Yi nodded.

"Oh, that's Kun!"

The socialites in Tianhai City are equivalent to high-class ladies, and Zhang Yi, as a local, is very clear about this.

The girl with the sophisticated face stamped her feet in anger. "I'm not! I have a master's degree from Tianhai University, an eighth-level English major, and a seventh-level national ballet proficiency!"

Zhang Yi nodded: "Oh. That's Kun?"

Several girls were filled with grief and indignation. The mature and sexy girl took a deep breath and said, "You are prejudiced against us."

"The men we come into contact with are all upper-class people in this society. We just improve our own level through contact with them."

"Don't compare us to those Kuns. You know, if you want to fit into high society, you need more than just a pretty face and a pretty figure."