"Who would've thought the owner of this shop was so… playful. White stockings… wow, there's even a bunny-girl outfit!"
Li Miao'er's cute little face flushed red. Inside the closet, she'd found a whole bunch of various cool and seductive costumes, many still unopened.
A mischievous smirk spread across her face as she found a bag and packed away all the unopened garments.
I'll find a chance to have Brother try these on later. If he puts this on, he'll definitely be incredibly alluring…
Gulp.
Li Miao'er wiped the drool from her mouth. She couldn't even imagine further—that mental image was just too perfect. How can I get Brother to willingly put on that pure and adorable bunny-girl outfit…
"Little brat cat! What are you doing in there? No danger, right?" Ye Qing'er stood up and called out.
"It's fine, Sister Qing'er. I'm just looking for something."
Li Miao'er opened the nearby closet, selected a brand-new sky-blue ice silk quilt, then grabbed her loot and a pair of scissors and headed out.
"Why is your face so red? And what's that in your hand?" Ye Qing'er asked suspiciously.
"Just some nice clothes. Sister Qing'er, did you finish welding my machete?"
Li Miao'er's beautiful eyes flickered evasively. She pretended to be calm and changed the subject. If 'Cow Qing' found out what she'd taken, she'd probably mock her relentlessly.
"Wrapping a layer of non-slip cloth around the blade should be enough. It'd be nice if we could add some decorative touches."
Ye Qing'er smiled and handed the still-warm blade to Li Miao'er. Her eyes were curiously fixed on the bag in Little Brat Cat's hand. What secret is she hiding?
"Sister Qing'er, this must weigh over a hundred jin!"
Li Miao'er hefted the big blade in her hand while still tightly clutching the nylon bag, noticing the curious gaze.
"A solid steel rod wrapped with that many layers of steel wire definitely weighs over a hundred jin. There's a scale in front of the pharmacy. We can weigh it when we get back."
Ye Qing'er's pretty face wore a smile, as if she'd lost interest in the contents of the bag.
"It's almost noon now, Sister Qing'er. Let's head home for lunch soon."
Li Miao'er placed the bag under her foot and stepped on it, pulled over a small stool, and sat down. She cut the quilt into evenly sized cloth strips and patiently began wrapping them around the blade.
The rough, uneven steel rod, wrapped in several layers of cool, shiny silk cloth, looked much better than before.
This little brat cat… there must be something good in that bag. I have to find a way to snatch it from her.
Ye Qing'er sat to the side, lips pursed, silently wrapping her mace while still scheming how to grab the item without getting beaten up. Need a good excuse…
Phew… "Finally done!"
Li Miao'er let out a long breath, holding the big blade. It had taken half an hour just to affix the handle wrap, and over twenty minutes to flatten and meticulously wrap it layer by layer.
She stood up, big blade in one hand, nylon bag in the other, her pockets still heavy with Energy Crystals. Feels good to have made a haul.
"Meow, you're still developing. Don't overexert yourself. Let me help you carry that."
Ye Qing'er followed with a smile, truly wanting to know what was in the bag. But this little naughty cat was hiding it very tightly, giving her no opening.
"No need, Sister Qing'er. Let's just hurry home."
Li Miao'er blinked her beautiful eyes, refusing, then happily ran toward the community gate. Seventy or eighty mutilated corpses lay by the roadside; the stench after sun exposure was truly unbearable.
"Sister Qing'er, the Deputy Governor's son is missing. Do you think he got eaten by zombies?"
Li Miao'er held the large bag of food they'd gathered earlier. She'd glanced around the supermarket but hadn't seen a single person.
"Whatever happens to him is his business. Let's go home quickly. I wonder what Xiao Yi is doing at home."
Ye Qing'er picked up another bag of daily necessities. She'd noticed the supermarket had a lot less food—probably cleared out by survivors in the community.
"Brother should be getting lunch ready. He must miss me at home… I really want to eat the cold noodles he makes."
Li Miao'er licked her pink lips, truly wishing she could teleport home, pull her brother into her arms for a deep kiss, then carefully savor his taste.
"As if. Your brother is definitely thinking of me. After all, I'm the one he loves."
Ye Qing'er's pretty face showed a touch of tenderness. She couldn't wait to get home, missing his fragrance terribly.
"Keep dreaming."
Li Miao'er rushed home with her things, having specifically selected several exquisite little gifts—they'd surely make her brother happy.
Click.
"Brother! I'm back!"
Li Miao'er tossed the big blade by the door, then quickly ran to the bedroom with two bags in her arms.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
Li Miao'er walked over, lips pursed, feeling a bit unhappy. The house felt deserted, and her brother was just sitting blankly on the bed—he hadn't even welcomed her back.
"Researching future technological weapons. Meow, you smell pretty bad."
Chen Yi snapped out of his thoughts, sat up, and rubbed his sore eyes. He'd been reading about biological genetics all morning and already had some inspiration for new gene therapies.
"Hmph! Brother! Don't you even care if I'm hurt or not?"
Li Miao'er's sweet voice turned icy, as if genuinely angry—and not easy to coax.
"Of course Brother cares about you." Chen Yi got up with a smile, pulled Sister Miao into his arms, gently rubbed her little face, and asked, "Meow'er, why didn't Sister Qing'er come back with you?"
Mmph—!
Li Miao'er's narrowed beautiful eyes instantly widened. Filled with anger, she bit down on her brother's red lips, her moist teeth sinking into the soft flesh.
Nourished by blood, they look even more beautiful and captivating.
"Hmph! Sister Qing'er is dead!"
Li Miao'er angrily opened the closet and tossed the quilt inside. Brother cares so much about that 'Cow Qing'… really infuriating!
"Xiao Yi, what happened to your mouth?"
Ye Qing'er walked in, looking suspiciously at the two. The little naughty cat seemed furious, and Xiao Yi was covering his mouth with a pained expression. Did they have a fight?
"It's fine, Sister Qing'er. You and Meow'er go shower first. I'll cook for you."
Chen Yi kept his mouth closed, replying in a muffled voice. Covering his mouth, he grabbed a pack of styptic powder and headed to the kitchen.
How vicious… A jealous woman is truly terrifying.
Chen Yi endured the pain, applying the styptic powder to the bleeding tooth marks. He now understood—this little naughty cat must be jealous of Sister Qing'er. If I'd known, I wouldn't have asked about her.
Lunch will be cold noodles. The noodles will spoil if we wait another two days.
Chen Yi boiled water in the pot, then ran to the rooftop to pick four tomatoes, planning to stir-fry them with preserved pork.
Just add some pickled vegetables and mix it with the noodles. I really don't have the mood to cook anything more elaborate.
It had been pleasantly cool after the morning rain, but now the sun outside was scorching. The room was stuffy and hot, and with the heat from the stove, he was already sweating profusely.