Post-Apocalyptic Wasteland: The Female Protagonist Has Become a God

Lu Siyan took Cang Xingyue back to the manor's bathroom and threw her into the bathtub, causing water to splash everywhere.

The warm water dispelled the chill from her body. Cang Xingyue struggled and thrashed in the water, which had become murky from mixing with the mud.

She gripped the edge of the bathtub and stood up, her beautiful eyes glaring at Lu Siyan.

Lu Siyan ignored her anger, staring at her disheveled state with a half-smile.

Her anger was like a cat with its fur standing on end in front of him; it was funny and amusing, but it did not intimidate him at all.

"Wash yourself clean and come out." He glanced at her up and down with a slightly disgusted look.

Cang Xingyue flung the water from her hand at him and angrily said, "If you're going to kill me or torture me, just shut up and stop talking nonsense! If you're not going to kill me or torture me, let me go! I will absolutely not keep you company, you zombie!"

Her wet clothes clung tightly to her body, outlining her beautiful curves. As she struggled, the clothes slipped from her shoulders, revealing her delicate shoulders. Her red lips, like those of a red rose, opened and closed as she spoke.

Coupled with her stunningly beautiful face, she resembled a bewitching sea siren singing enchanting songs in the ocean, captivating him at first glance.

Lu Siyan was irresistibly drawn to her, automatically ignoring her words of rejection.

Without answering, he slowly walked towards her. Cang Xingyue was puzzled by his sudden change in expression and instinctively took a step back in fear. But the man reached out and grabbed her neck, pulling her towards him.

He was admiring a perfect work of art, his fingers tracing her beautiful cheeks, from her eyebrows to her eyes, then to her nose, and finally resting on her soft lips, gently caressing them with his thumb.

He stared at her intently.

The itchy feeling on her face made Cang Xingyue want to avoid it, but the force of the grip on her neck was so strong that she had no way to escape.

What's wrong with this man? Why did he suddenly act like this?

Cang Xingyue frowned slightly: "Let me go."

The man turned a deaf ear.

Upon seeing this, she opened her mouth and bit the man's finger that was placed near her lips.

Lu Siyan didn't move, letting her bite him. His expression was calm, as if he wasn't the one being bitten.

Cang Xingyue only let go when she tasted blood and her teeth ached from biting so hard.

Her lips were stained with blood, like rose petals soaked in blood, alluring and seductive, yet concealing a hidden danger.

Lu Siyan glanced at his still-bleeding fingers, his gray eyes suddenly turning scarlet, a restless urge to kill rising from the depths of his heart.

His dangerous gaze was fixed on Cang Xingyue, and the thought of breaking her neck entered his mind.

He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. He forced himself to release his grip on her neck and took a step back, breathing heavily, without looking at her.

With her neck freed, Cang Xingyue immediately moved away from Lu Siyan. She looked at Lu Siyan warily and suddenly noticed his abnormality. She hesitated for a moment before asking, "What... is wrong?"

Lu Siyan stared at her intently, radiating a bloodthirsty killing intent. His cold eyes were like a lion locking onto its prey as he walked towards her step by step.

Cang Xingyue tried to run away in fear, but as soon as she turned around, he grabbed the back of her neck and forced her to turn back. Before she could scream, he silenced her.

The man's intense hormonal scent assaulted her senses, his rapid breaths spraying onto her face, his scarlet eyes fixed on her eyes, which held a hidden fear.

Cang Xingyue fearfully pushed against the man's chest with both hands, shaking her head left and right to avoid him, trying to escape the pain of being bitten on her lips.

Bright red blood slid down their chins, dripping into the water and blooming into tiny red flowers.

Upon tasting the blood, Lu Siyan's restless killing intent seemed to be relieved. He savored the blood on her lips, unilaterally enjoying this rough and cruel kiss.

The pain in her lips brought tears to Cang Xingyue's eyes. She could no longer endure the pain and humiliation. She conjured a blood cherry knife in her hand and decisively stabbed at the man, but he grabbed the blade with one hand.

Instantly, red blood flowed down his palm, dripping onto the edge of the bathtub. Some of it flowed into the water along the edge, while some slid onto the white marble floor tiles.

The man seemed oblivious to the pain.

After a while, Lu Siyan seemed to have tasted enough blood, or perhaps he had vented his anger enough, and he finally released her.

He licked away the blood from his lips, his deep gaze fixed on Cang Xingyue, his voice cold and low as he warned, "You belong to me now. You'd better behave yourself and not think about running away. If I catch you, I'll bring you back even if it means turning you into a corpse."

"You'd rather die here!"

He left after saying those words, leaving Cang Xingyue alone, leaning against the bathtub, breathing heavily. Once her breathing had calmed down, she touched her lips with her finger.

"Hiss~" She gasped in pain instantly.

She stepped out of the bathtub and stood in front of the mirror, wiping away the steam with her hand. Blood was seeping from her bitten lip, but she endured the pain and rinsed it clean.

"I, Cang Xingyue, am a free spirit and will never be controlled by anyone. Even you, the Zombie King, cannot stop me!" Her eyes were firm and fearless.

Cang Xingyue took a hot shower and then changed into the black shirt on the sink, the only clean clothes she could find in the bathroom.

She washed and dried her wet clothes, then took a bath towel into the bedroom.

She lay on the sofa with a bath towel over her stomach and legs. It was summer and the nights weren't cold, so a simple towel was enough.

After a long day, she had no energy left to think about anything else and just wanted to rest.

The zombie king wanted her to stay here, so it's not unreasonable for her to use a sofa to rest, right?

Soon, Cang Xingyue fell into a deep sleep.

at night.

Lu Siyan returned from outside covered in blood, his body stained with blood of all sizes, especially his fingers, which looked as if they had been soaked in blood.

He went to the bathroom, cleaned himself up, and changed into clean clothes.

He rubbed his temples, looking tired.

Although he was no different from a human being in normal times, he sometimes found it hard to bear the killing nature of the zombie king.

To avoid suddenly losing control and going on a killing spree, he lived alone in this deserted manor for a long time.

The situation, which hadn't been out of control for a long time, was triggered today by a tiny bit of blood.

He chuckled self-deprecatingly.

If he hadn't managed to maintain some semblance of rationality, that woman would probably have died at his hands long ago.

Thinking of that woman, a smile crept onto his lips. He would no longer be alone in this vast estate.

Lu Siyan arrived at the room where Cang Xingyue was.

The woman lay quietly asleep on the sofa, the bath towel covering her body had long since slipped to the floor, exposing her long, white legs to the air.

Seemingly lacking a sense of security, she was tightly clutching a pillow, her body curled up.

Lu Siyan smiled helplessly: "You woman, do you dislike this place that much? You don't even want to touch my bed."

"But that's not up to you now. If you're willing to gamble, you have to accept the consequences, don't you think, poor thing?" He spoke calmly, his deep eyes concealing a morbid glint.

He stepped forward, picked her up, carried her to the bedside, gently laid her down, and then covered her with a blanket.

He brushed aside the stray hairs that fell across her forehead with his fingers, looked at her peaceful sleeping face, and said softly, "Sleep well, sweet dreams."