Thud—

After a fierce struggle, the once arrogant Bai Ling was now easily pinned face-down on the bed by Duan Heng, her hands captured, her face flushed with indignation.

Her head was buried deep in the pillow. Her legs flailed like a fish. Her arms strained against Duan Heng’s grip, trying to break free, but no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn’t escape his hold.

“Heh, had enough?” Duan Heng asked smugly, watching Bai Ling tremble slightly from the effort.

Bai Ling gritted her teeth and shot back instantly:

“No! Let me go!”

She wriggled again, but Duan Heng’s iron grip held her down firmly.

*What’s going on? His strength is insane!*

*I killed so many Zombies this afternoon—I felt my power jump by thirty percent. How can I still lose to him?*

*Impossible!*

Bai Ling was secretly stunned by his strength—it felt like being crushed under a sack of sand, utterly immovable.

Before she could process it, Duan Heng joked again:

“No? Then I’ll have to punish you. Naughty kids need discipline. Don’t cry later, okay?”

“You! You wouldn’t dare!” Bai Ling cried, face reddening with fury.

Trapped face-down, unable to turn her head, she yelled into the pillow:

“If you do anything weird to me, I’ll kill you! Hear me?”

“Heh, why wouldn’t I?” Duan Heng smirked, barely reacting to her threats.

He raised his left hand high, palm open, and slapped it hard on her round backside!

Smack—

“Ahhh! Duan Heng, you actually did it! I’ll kill you! Kill you, damn it!” Bai Ling shrieked, burning with shame and rage. She thrashed violently, harder than before.

Even Duan Heng struggled to hold her. He chuckled dryly:

“Still fighting? You started it by hitting me. Did you think I’d just take it?”

“Bullshit!” Bai Ling snapped back, teeth clenched.

“You were naked-chatting with some girl behind my back! You’re a beast—a pervert controlled by your lower half! Damn it!”

“Huh? What sister?” Duan Heng tilted his head in confusion. He picked up his phone from the bed.

Only then did he see the messages from that woman. Realizing why Bai Ling was upset, he released her and explained:

“These just came in. I didn’t see them earlier. What are you talking about?”

“Huh??” Bai Ling had almost punched him after breaking free, but froze mid-swing at his words.

The “rational” Bai Ling snatched the phone, squinting at the screen.

She saw “MeowLuLu”’s messages were indeed sent minutes ago in a temporary chat. Before Bai Ling clicked, they showed as unknown—meaning Duan Heng truly hadn’t seen them!

“What? How?!” Bai Ling shrieked, her face instantly crimson.

She felt mortified beyond belief. Her toes curled in embarrassment. She sat demurely with her head bowed, legs tucked under her like a duck.

Duan Heng added casually beside her:

“Besides, even if I chatted with a sister, it’s no big deal. Or are you jealous?”

“You! Bullshit!” Bai Ling panicked, her pupils trembling wildly.

“Jealous of you? You wish! Stop talking—I’m exploding!”

Without Duan Heng pressing her, she buried her face in the pillow, ears and feet flushed red. A wisp of steam seemed to rise from her head—utterly shut down.

Duan Heng just smiled silently, then checked the woman’s messages:

&MeowLuLu: Brother Duan Heng, I finally found you in the homeowner group! I’m the student from the aid team at noon. I’m Tang Youyou. Remember me?

&MeowLuLu: Brother Duan Heng, why aren’t you replying? Is this your account?

&MeowLuLu: I live alone. My food’s almost gone. I don’t know what to do (╥╯^╰╥)

&MeowLuLu: Look, my fridge is empty.

After these four messages, Tang Youyou attached a photo of her open fridge—truly bare.

But beside it was her own side profile. She wore loose pajamas, revealing long, shapely legs. Her neckline gaped wide, hinting at generous cleavage.

*This Tang Youyou—I didn’t notice her earlier. Not bad figure.*

*But her intentions are too obvious. Trying to scam supplies with her looks? Still green.*

She’d clearly overheard people discussing Duan Heng’s stockpile that day. With her own food scarce, she’d gotten bold.

Yet she’d also seen Bai Ling. Messaging him despite knowing he had a woman at home? That was deeply manipulative.

After a moment’s thought, Duan Heng had an idea. He aimed his phone at Bai Ling’s back—capturing her curves and long legs perfectly—then sent it to Tang Youyou.

He added:

&HengYu: Sorry, my food’s running low too. I have to take care of my wife. Not chatting anymore.

&MeowLuLu: Huh?! (!)

Tang Youyou replied fast, but Duan Heng never saw it. Her screen showed a big red exclamation mark.

Staring at the mark, Tang Youyou sat frozen on her bed, eyes wide, phone gripped tight. Disbelief flooded her face.

*Did… did he just block me?!*

*F*** you, Duan Heng! Looking down on me?!*

Her flattering smile twisted into a snarl, face contorted with rage.

Furiously, she opened Duan Heng’s photo to see what made him reject her so fast. But the “wife” in the shot had bigger breasts, longer legs, fairer skin—and a side profile so stunning, like an elf!

The only thing she could beat her at was weight. Compared to this, even campus beauty Tang Youyou paled.

“Bastard… bastard!” Tang Youyou gnashed her teeth, ready to crush her phone.

Then she remembered something. She quickly opened WeChat, messaging another homeowner group member with a vicious glare:

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&MeowLuLu: Brother Long, weren’t you kicked by Duan Heng this morning? Want revenge?

&MeowLuLu: I just learned—he has tons of food! If we break in, we won’t need to scavenge outside the compound.