“What are you thanking me for? Come on, let’s go downstairs and take a look.”

Qiao Yanrou hesitated for a few seconds before following her downstairs.

Inside the towering walls, a tent was lifted, and a man and a woman walked out one after the other.

“Mr. Shen.” Zhang Keqing called out to him.

Shen Luohan, with his handsome and refined face, looked calm. Hearing her voice, he turned to look at her.

Zhang Keqing felt a little shy; he was too handsome.

“Thank you so much for today. Otherwise, I might have died at the hands of those high-level zombies.”

Shen Luohan glanced away, his gaze falling on the woman approaching.

He replied casually, “It was nothing.”

Zhang Keqing was about to feel shy again, but she saw him staring in a certain direction, his deep eyes unwavering.

Zhang Keqing followed her gaze. Two women were walking in the distance, but her attention was captivated by one of them.

Qiao Yanrou’s waist-length black hair was glossy and smooth, her eyebrows and eyes were like a painting, her cheeks rosy and lips full, her figure graceful and charming. Her snow-white skin glowed in the gray background, making her look radiant.

A simple white shirt and jeans looked stunning on her.

Zhang Keqing was so amazed by the dazzling beauty before her that she couldn’t look away.

Qiao Yanrou had witnessed Shen Luohan and Zhang Keqing talking together earlier, but she didn’t see any signs of intimacy between them.

“You don’t need to help here.” Shen Luohan took Qiao Yanrou’s hand. It was slender and soft, and he habitually rubbed it gently in his palm.

Qiao Yanrou didn’t want to be too affectionate in front of others; it would attract more trouble. That was her thinking, but Shen Luohan never restrained himself in front of others; he wanted to be with her every moment, declaring his ownership.

“I’ll come and take a look.” Unable to break free from Shen Luohan’s hold, she gave up.

Shen Luohan seemed to remember Zhang Keqing beside them. “Let me introduce you. This is Zhang Keqing, a new ability user who has joined the base.”

Zhang Keqing, recovering from Qiao Yanrou’s stunning beauty, said, “Hello, my name is Zhang Keqing, a dual-attribute ability user.”

Hearing her name, Qiao Yanrou felt like she had heard it somewhere before, but she needed to greet her first.

“Hello, I’m Qiao Yanrou, a water-attribute ability user.” She extended her right hand to shake Zhang Keqing’s.

As if not seeing their intertwined hands, Zhang Keqing smiled and asked, “Is Mr. Shen your brother?”

Shen Luohan frowned, clearly displeased with her question. Before he and Qiao Yanrou could answer, the pretty woman beside them noticed something was wrong and hurriedly interjected.

“He’s her boyfriend.”

Zhang Keqing’s expression clearly froze, then she looked at Shen Luohan with some disappointment.

Seeing this, the pretty woman was furious. This woman was clearly eyeing Shen Luohan.

Seeing Bai Xiaoyan, the woman beside her, gritting her teeth in anger, Qiao Yanrou reached out and pulled her, gently shaking her head.

Bai Xiaoyan understood what she meant, gave Zhang Keqing a warning look, and turned to leave.

Shen Luohan didn’t react, turned to say a few words to the people behind him, and then left the tent with Qiao Yanrou.

On the second floor of a certain building, Qiao Yanrou sat on a wooden chair in a daze. Zhang Keqing… she had searched her original owner’s memories several times for this name, confirming that the original owner didn’t know her.

But she really felt like she had heard it somewhere before…

As she pondered, she remembered something related to this name—a book she had read!

In her previous life, she had randomly picked up a book in the library. The book told the story of how the female protagonist became strong in the apocalypse, overcoming all difficulties and ending up with the male leads.

To Qiao Yanrou’s horror, Shen Luohan’s name was among the male leads, and she was the first villainous female supporting character who was loved and then discarded.

She was shocked to discover that she had not only transmigrated into the apocalypse but also into a book, and her role in the book was a villainous female supporting character…

Soon, she would incur the wrath of everyone because of her framing of the female protagonist, then be expelled from the base, and finally die at the hands of zombies.

“What are you thinking about?” Shen Luohan’s voice was hoarse as he hugged her from behind, his body still carrying the scent of a shower.

His sudden appearance startled Qiao Yanrou. Looking down at his tightened arms, the strong arms were clasped tightly, leaving faint red marks on her delicate skin.

Before she could answer, Shen Luohan’s hot breath was buried in her neck, his lips lightly brushing against her sensitive skin.

“Don’t do this…” Qiao Yanrou suppressed a soft moan and the tingling sensation, wanting to tell him it was still daytime.

Qiao Yanrou turned sideways, her eyelashes trembling as she tried to persuade him. The man buried in her neck showed no sign of stopping, his lips still teasing her.

“There are people in the corridors outside during the day. It won’t be good if someone hears us.” She breathed slightly, continuing to persuade him.

Shen Luohan’s usually cold eyes were now flushed at the corners, filled with a desire that seemed to set fire.

He loosened his tense arms.

Qiao Yanrou thought her persuasion had worked and was about to get up when Shen Luohan had already walked around the wooden chair, easily picking her up and striding towards the inner room.

“If you want to shout later, just shout. Don’t hold back.” His voice was already hoarse.

Qiao Yanrou almost forgot that he had a way to prevent others from hearing them. She wanted to say something, but her lips were frantically kissed by him, conveniently allowing him to suck on her tongue.

“Mmm…”

In a dizzying turn, she felt her back land on the soft bed. Shen Luohan propped himself up on either side of her, watching her black hair spread on the bed. Her dark, watery eyes were clouded with a hazy look, her pink lips slightly parted, as if inviting him to kiss her deeply.

Shen Luohan seemed to be stimulated by the scene before him, his hands clasped tightly with hers, his thin lips kissing hers.

“Don’t…” her soft, slow voice further enraged the man.

Shen Luohan swallowed her unspoken moans, showing no mercy.

On the first floor of the base, in the conference room, several men were chatting with Zhang Keqing at the conference table, seemingly all trying to pursue her.