100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 1171 Twelve Hours

"Ah."

The man still didn't react much.

No one would act as a so-called savior in the apocalypse, especially since he has many things to do every day.

Tao Zou originally wanted to say how beautiful the little girl was, but seeing Zhou Yatang's overly indifferent attitude, he silently swallowed back the rest of his nonsense.

"Then I'll go out first."

"Ah."

Carefully closing the office door, Tao Zou's mind was still filled with that beautiful, innocent face, even though she hadn't noticed him at all, lost in the crowd. ...

There are too many high-level superhumans in the capital.

Especially after the birth of gene-enhancing drugs that unlock physical potential, although some top experts were lost, it did indeed raise the level of top combat power to a whole new level!

Therefore, the accommodation conditions are indeed not as good as those at the Shanghai base.

However, the Wen family was already extremely wealthy before the apocalypse, so they naturally had a deeper foundation than ordinary people.

Wen Dang didn't take her back to the apartment building assigned by the base, but instead went to his own private villa.

The occupancy rate here isn't very high. Firstly, it requires individuals with special abilities to purchase accommodations individually using a large amount of points. Secondly, earning points isn't easy, and given the harsh living conditions, people aren't particularly demanding about their lodgings...

The living room has excellent natural light, but unfortunately the yard is bare, with no greenery or flowers, only large areas of withered grass and desolation.

The intense sunlight fell on the cool, clean tiles. Even through the hazy shade, it felt vaguely dazzling and piercing.

Fortunately, the air conditioner, which was struggling to keep running, continued to tirelessly deliver cool air into the room.

"Wen Dang, that's my name."

He held her in his arms like a doll.

With sharply defined features, his brows exuded youthful exuberance and pride, and his captivating peach blossom eyes have always been the most affectionate, conveying a deep sense of concern that seemed to encompass seven parts.

But now, that carefree, nonchalant attitude has truly dissipated, and it has genuinely embraced the only beautiful woman in her life.

It can be said that from the moment Wen Dang met the girl, apart from getting off the bus to do a mission at the beginning and returning for a brief report later, he never let her leave his side.

The little girl stubbornly turned her face away.

There was a hint of resistance hidden in her eyes and brows. Wen Dang saw it clearly, but what could he do if she was unwilling? He wouldn't let go.

He gently pinched the little girl's chin with his fingertips.

His gaze was fixed on her beautiful eyes, which were filled with shimmering water, and his tone became inexplicably hoarse and obscure: "Wen Dang."

She closed her eyes in silence, refusing to call out to him.

Her slightly trembling eyelashes betrayed her unease and helplessness.

It's enough to make your heart itch.

The pressure on his chin suddenly increased.

The next second, the warmth covering her lips almost set her on fire.

Her jet-black hair was completely pressed into the soft sofa.

Her resistance was negligible.

Only when beautiful tears welled up in the corners of her eyes did she whisper tremblingly, "Wen Dang."

Her soft, sweet voice almost melted his heart.

The boy, whose eyes were bloodshot, was breathing heavily as he lifted his head from her neck.

He tore the little girl's pretty, clean white dress.

The thin, cool straps slipped ambiguously off her shoulders, leaving mottled red marks, messy and broken beyond recognition.

His fingertips gently probed into her slightly swollen lips, coaxing her tenderly yet firmly: "Be good, say it again."