Reborn: I Stock Up and Bully the Trash to Dominate the Apocalypse

He hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to merge her into his body.

His chin rested on her shoulder, his breathing was a little rapid, his voice was low but very firm: "Okay, let's do it together."

Zhou Shuwan hugged him back tightly, greedily sniffing his scent.

Once, she stubbornly believed that if she returned to the end of the world, she would be able to hold up the sky.

With parents and Mu Mu, the four of them can rely on each other to withstand all the storms in the world without the need for the involvement of outsiders.

So when faced with Qi Mingyu's passionate confession, she rejected his sincerity again and again.

But the gears of fate turned quietly, and now they are already connected by blood.

Those moments of life and death experienced together melted the two hearts into an inseparable whole.

She understood his restlessness as he tossed and turned late at night, and he knew her fragility beneath her forced smile.

Vulnerability is no longer a weakness, but an excuse to embrace each other; strength is no longer lonely, but becomes the armor that supports the two to move forward.

They are just ordinary survivors, stumbling in the mire of the apocalypse.

They will despair when supplies are scarce, they will be confused in the choice between life and death, their wounds will scab over and tear apart, and their hopes will be extinguished and rekindled.

But because of this, every time we smile at each other becomes more precious, and every sentence of "Don't be afraid, I'm here" carries a thousand pounds of weight.

When the wind and sand cover the road ahead and when fear gnaws at the heart, they are each other's light.

A glance can tell if someone is retreating, and a word of encouragement is enough to dispel the gloom.

This two-person team has long been inseparable and no one is allowed to fall behind!

Apart from the time when he was abandoned by his biological father, this is the most vulnerable experience in Qi Mingyu's life.

She must lead him out of the quagmire of his life!

Zhou Shuwan stood on the deck. The sea breeze was still howling, but she felt Qi Mingyu's hand gradually warming up.

His words just now seemed to have broken a layer of ice in his heart, making her feel a little relieved.

However, she also knew that Qi Mingyu's emotions had not been fully released.

He has been suppressing himself these days, and the environment at home does not allow him much space to vent.

she mused.

Maybe I should find a suitable opportunity to let Qi Mingyu release his emotions completely.

Sometimes it is very simple for men to vent their emotions.

Just two days later, their family decided to take a shower in the dormitory.

We have been drifting at sea for almost a month, and have been encountering all kinds of disasters. Now we are about to go home, and the white flame stove in the dormitory has been lit, which makes it very warm.

Everyone in the family wants to take a hot bath and go home feeling relaxed.

So Zhou Shuwan put out a bucket of hot water and asked his father and mother to wash first, and then Mu Mu.

Finally it was her and Qi Mingyu.

While someone was showering, everyone else would go for a walk in the hallway or on the deck.

The water in the bathtub has been put in, the water temperature is just right, the hot steam rises, and the whole dormitory becomes warm.

Zhou Shuwan helped Qi Mingyu take off his coat, then whispered, "Soak for a while, I'll help you wash."

Qi Mingyu didn't say much and let her help him sit in the bathtub.

The moment the hot water wrapped around his body, he felt a warm current spreading from his limbs to every part of his body, as if even the depression in his heart was slightly relieved.

Zhou Shuwan stood behind him and gently wiped his back.

Her movements were gentle, her fingertips lightly stroking his skin, causing a slight tremor.

Her breath gently sprayed against his ear, carrying a hint of warmth, and Qi Mingyu's heartbeat couldn't help but quicken a little.

Her fingers lingered on the back of his neck for a moment before sliding gently down and over his shoulders.

Her movements were very slow, as if she was deliberately torturing people, but also as if she was considerate of the patient.

Qi Mingyu's breathing gradually became rapid, and his hands unconsciously clenched the edge of the bathtub, his knuckles turning slightly white.