"Ahh… So comfortable…"
Ye Qing'er lay lazily in the bathtub, letting the little brat cat massage her body. After going out and killing so many zombies, her arms and legs were already sore.
The warm water soothed her weary skin, and combined with the gentle kneading, it was pure bliss.
"Sister Qing'er, my technique isn't bad, right?"
Li Miao'er's cute face was flushed red by the steam. The massage techniques she'd specifically learned online were coming in handy—practicing on this cow first, then using them on her brother.
"Mmm, not bad. Rub my legs some more; my calf muscles are a bit numb."
Ye Qing'er lazily turned over, still quite satisfied.
She lay comfortably against the edge of the tub, arms supporting her ample bosom. Two long, slender, moist, and perfectly proportioned snow-white legs floated on the water's surface.
Even her lovely lotus feet silently exuded allure, offering a visually intoxicating experience.
In the past, taking a bath with this little brat cat meant either a cold war or a fight. It was never as peaceful as now. Maybe we're both just a bit tired…
Slap.
Li Miao'er looked at the long legs before her and couldn't resist giving them two firm slaps. So smooth and bouncy… couldn't help wanting to smack them.
"Oww! Little brat cat, I asked for a massage, not a beating!"
A hint of reddish charm flashed in Ye Qing'er's beautiful eyes. She turned her head to look at the flushed, cute Meow'er, her willow-leaf brows slightly furrowed.
If only the little brat cat were replaced by Xiao Yi… A fiery light gleamed in her hazy eyes.
She wanted to occupy his entire heart and claim his perfect body when they were both lost in passion.
"Sister Qing'er, I think you should find a man to marry. If you wait until you're old, you won't be able to find a boyfriend even if you want one."
Li Miao'er offered advice, her pink lips pursed, her tone seemingly considerate.
Heh.
Ye Qing'er narrowed her eyes and snorted twice. She did want to get married—but the person she married had to be Xiao Yi.
This little brat cat would never agree. Why not let her massage me instead? Not good to work for free…
Li Miao'er pursed her lips, watching the other's body. Why isn't this 'Cow Qing' saying a word?
Has she figured it out? Doesn't she want to steal Brother anymore?
She crouched in the water, vigorously rubbing the long legs in front of her as if venting her displeasure.
Hearing 'Cow Qing's' increasingly muffled groans, she felt much better.
The flavor's not bad. The salty aroma of the preserved pork and the sweet-sour tang of tomatoes combine with a fresh, robust saltiness—perfect for mixing with rice.
Chen Yi picked up a deep-red piece of meat and tasted it. He felt his cooking skills were decent—the stir-fry was both visually appealing and delicious, hitting all the marks of color, aroma, and taste.
He scooped out the cooked noodles and soaked them in cold water, then poured them into a large bowl and mixed them with the steaming vegetables. If only we could soak them in ice water…
Mmph!
As Chen Yi passed the bathroom holding the bowl, he heard Sister Miao's muffled groan, as if trying to suppress something.
"Meow'er, Sister Qing'er, food's ready. Hurry up and come eat. The noodles will get cold and unpalatable." Chen Yi lightly kicked the door as a reminder.
These two are definitely messing around. I remember often seeing them shower together, but they were always fighting—and intensely at that.
"Crack— Meow, comfortable?"
Ye Qing'er's beautiful face was flushed with an alluring blush. She stood up with a smirk and stretched—her arms were sore after helping this little brat cat for so long.
"Sister Cow Qing! I asked for a light press, but you used so much force! How could that be comfortable?!"
Li Miao'er rolled over, taking a deep breath. Her waist felt swollen from the pressure, and her leg muscles ached. If I'd known, I wouldn't have asked Cow Qing for help.
"Hahaha~ Next time I'll press lighter for you. Get up and eat quickly."
Ye Qing'er quickly rinsed the soap off her body with warm water, casually dried herself, threw on shorts and a tank top, and dashed out.
"Miss Qing'er, you look stunning."
Chen Yi's eyes were full of admiration. Her pretty face was as delicate and radiant as peach blossoms, yet held a hint of coolness, paired with her sexy, proud figure.
If this were my past life, no question—first coax her into bed, then consider building a relationship afterward.
"Yi'er, you're beautiful too."
A faint smile touched the corner of Ye Qing'er's mouth. Inhaling the rich body fragrance on him, looking at his sweat-dampened shirt, his alluring figure seemed even sexier.
"Don't move. Let your sister wipe the sweat off for you."
Ye Qing'er sat beside him, took two tissues, and gently dabbed the sweat from his face. A reddish gleam flickered in her eyes from time to time as she forcibly suppressed the thoughts in her heart.
"BROTHER!!!"
Seeing Sister Meow clenching her fists and trotting over,
Chen Yi hastily pushed away Sister Qing'er's delicate body, stood up, and pulled Sister Meow into a tight hug.
He was a bit worried the two would start fighting. Their tempers had grown irritable in this sweltering heat.
"Meow, Sister Qing'er was just helping me wipe off sweat. Can you two stop fighting?"
Chen Yi gently kneaded her puffed-out little face. If only they wouldn't fight… If they must, go outside. This is really giving me a headache.
Hmph!
Li Miao'er pushed his hand away, sat down with her noodle bowl, and began eating, chewing the noodles in her mouth with fierce vigor as if venting her displeasure.
"It's fine, Xiao Yi. Meow'er is still a child. She'll understand when she grows up."
Ye Qing'er smiled triumphantly, blinking her peach-blossom eyes that seemed intoxicated yet not. She knew Xiao Yi liked her. How could this little naughty cat possibly win?
Chen Yi smiled and said nothing. He got up, grabbed a bottle of cola, and took a few sips. The soda was still warm, and a faint urge to vomit stirred in his stomach—he really couldn't take it anymore.
Brother, just you wait. See if I can bully you to tears tonight!
Li Miao'er was already plotting how to torment him—and also scheming to find a chance to beat up 'Cow Qing' and teach her a lesson.
"Sister Qing'er, when you go out this afternoon, see if you can find a generator and bring it back. There should be one in the community's power supply room. The weather's too hot."
Chen Yi held a small electric fan, blowing it on his face, but it was useless—the air it pushed out was hot.
"Xiao Yi, I'll go check after I finish eating."
Ye Qing'er pursed her lips and nodded. Both she and Meow'er were evolutionaries with better heat resistance. A delicate, frail boy like Xiao Yi naturally couldn't compare.
Chen Yi took his noodle bowl and poured the remaining noodles into Sister Meow's bowl. She eats so well; she'll definitely finish it.
"Meow, Sister Qing'er, I'm going to shower and change. I'll go out with you later and bring back some tools and materials."
Chen Yi wiped the sweat from his face with his hand. For some reason, Sister Qing'er seemed very unhappy, glaring at Sister Meow with displeasure…