“Brother Shen and Miss Qiao are a better match.”

Liu Yan scoffed, “A better match? She collapsed after just one move. She’s so weak…”  She’s not worthy of Brother Shen.

The woman who had supported Qiao Yanrou couldn’t help but speak up, “No matter how weak Yanrou is, she helped in a crucial moment. What about you?”

Liu Yan glared at her defiantly, “If Sister Lan hadn’t stopped me, I would have helped even more than Qiao Yanrou.”

“Then why didn’t you help just now?”

Liu Yan was stumped. Who would have known the zombie had a bomb? It was just Qiao Yanrou’s luck that she managed to guess.

The woman who had supported Qiao Yanrou continued, “You’re also a low-level ability user, and so is Yanrou. Why are you saying that about her?”

Liu Yan was hit where it hurt.  Being stuck at the low-level stage, just like Qiao Yanrou, was a sore point for her.

Zhang Keqing interjected at this moment. She said to Liu Yan, “If you have time, I’ll share my experience with you. Hopefully, it will help you.”

Hearing this, Liu Yan seized upon it like a lifeline, her expression flattering as she quickly agreed.

“Then I’ll rely on you entirely.” Liu Yan hadn’t expected that criticizing Qiao Yanrou would lead to such an unexpected “gain.”

The other low-level ability users in the tent all gathered around, showering Zhang Keqing with compliments in hopes of successfully advancing to the mid-level stage.

The woman who had been speaking up for Qiao Yanrou felt a growing unease, especially when she saw Zhang Keqing, surrounded by admirers, giving her a harmless smile.

Yanrou’s personality is slow and unhurried; how could she possibly be Zhang Keqing’s opponent…

In the corridor on the second floor of a certain building, Qiao Yanrou was carried back to the suite by Shen Luohan.  During the journey, she said he could just help her walk; there was no need to carry her like this; it was too conspicuous.

Although not many people were out at night, such intimacy wasn’t a good idea.  Mainly, she was weak. After being with Shen Luohan, many people in the base disliked her, but with Shen Luohan around, no one dared to do anything to her.

She tried to keep a low profile. In this apocalypse, those without strength but who acted high-profile would become targets for many.

“Click,” the suite door opened and closed. Qiao Yanrou came to her senses, her bloodless face particularly heartbreaking.

Shen Luohan put her on the sofa. Qiao Yanrou thanked him; she still didn’t have much strength, but she felt much better than she had in the tent, where she had almost fainted.

He poured a glass of water and fed it to her.

Qiao Yanrou wanted to do it herself, but Shen Luohan, with a serious expression, insisted on feeding her.

Unable to refuse, she opened her lips, taking small sips from the cup’s edge.

From Shen Luohan’s perspective, her fan-like eyelashes fluttered, her lips still faintly pink. After drinking the water, her lips were moist, her stunning face still devoid of color.

He placed the cup on the coffee table, his expression grave.

Qiao Yanrou leaned against the sofa, like a beautiful doll devoid of life.

She met Shen Luohan’s gaze, “I’m fine; I’ll recover in a couple of days.”

“Low-level ability users have died from overusing their abilities and excessive physical strain.” He told her seriously, not to be so impulsive again.

Qiao Yanrou knew he was worried about her, “I know. It was just one move; I’m still too weak.”

She sighed. While she wouldn’t be distressed about her inability to improve her strength, it was always better to be stronger.

Shen Luohan’s tone softened, taking her hand, “I’m here.”

Qiao Yanrou trusted him eight out of ten, a high level of trust. She had always noticed his protection of her.

She smiled at him; because of her pale face, the smile seemed fragile and easily broken.

Shen Luohan’s iron heart had long been softened by her. He sat beside her, lovingly pulling her into his arms, his kiss falling on her black hair.

That night, Shen Luohan, aside from the occasional kiss, didn’t bother her much.

Because Qiao Yanrou had overused her abilities, her body needed a two or three-day recovery period. Shen Luohan wouldn’t let her go out, and she didn’t have the energy to go downstairs to help, so she stayed in the room.

On the second day of her rest, Bai Xiaoyan arrived, placing a lunchbox on the coffee table. Qiao Yanrou reached out to open it, but she wouldn’t let her, insisting on helping.

Qiao Yanrou couldn’t help but laugh and cry, “I’m not that fragile.”

Bai Xiaoyan made a sound, opening the lunchbox, “You don’t know how pale you were yesterday. It broke my heart.”  No wonder Shen Luohan watched her so closely; who wouldn’t feel sorry for her fragile appearance?

“I’m much better today.” She picked up her chopsticks and ate in small bites.

Bai Xiaoyan washed her hands, then propped her chin and watched her eat. She ate so beautifully…

“Yanrou, you really need to watch out for Zhang Keqing. These past two days… I’ve always seen her by Brother Shen’s side.” Bai Xiaoyan couldn’t help but remind her. Zhang Keqing might be strong, but her ambition was equally great.

Qiao Yanrou swallowed a mouthful of food, “Who’s by Luohan’s side is something I can’t control.” She was very open-minded. People’s hearts change easily, and she was weak. It wasn’t impossible that Shen Luohan would fall for someone else one day.

Seeing her calm demeanor, Bai Xiaoyan felt exasperated, “You need to keep a closer eye on him. Show off your affection in front of Zhang Keqing to assert your dominance.”

Qiao Yanrou couldn’t imagine such a scene and took a sip of water.

“We’ll see,” she vaguely replied.

Seeing her unconcerned attitude, Bai Xiaoyan could only give up.

Two days passed, and Qiao Yanrou’s body had almost recovered. When Shen Luohan led a team out to gather supplies, she would go downstairs to help.

With Shen Luohan’s protection, no one dared to say anything unpleasant to her. Even Liu Yan only dared to speak ill of Qiao Yanrou behind her back.

As Qiao Yanrou was wiping the table, she heard the sound of a chair being pulled back across from her.

She stopped wiping the table and looked up.