"City Q Morning Broadcast—"

"Welcome to City Q's personal channel, founded by Xingxing Jiang. Note: This is not an official channel. Always follow official sources."

"Breaking news! Zombies don't just eat human corpses—they devour Zombie corpses and even some plants too! After consuming enough, they mutate. Elite monsters now swarm the city in huge numbers!"

"So, stop hiding at home. Staying at level 1 makes you obsolete in the Apocalypse. Only by uniting and killing Zombies can we wipe out these monsters and restore humanity's prosperity."

"My channel number is 114514XX, personal homepage XXjiang.com. Contact me with questions—I'll share all known intel."

"Well then, wish you all a pleasant Apocalypse. Don't die out there."

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The sky stretched vast and gray, the streets endless. Wind swept through, revealing Zombies roaming about.

Another sunny day dawned. Bai Ling and Duan Heng welcomed their fourth day of 'happy' cohabitation in the Apocalypse—sort of.

"I'm sorry! I won't dare again! Give it to me—I want it so badly..."

"So, what should you call me? If you don't say it clearly, I won't understand."

...

"Damn it! Something like that... how could I possibly say it out loud!"

"Fine then, I'll ignore you. No matter how unsatisfied you are, I won't spare you a glance!"

...

"Ugh! Dad... Daddy! Is that good enough? Give it to me now—"

Ah, just like every morning, the villa buzzed with warm, joyful chaos.

What? Fantasizing about something lewd? Absolutely not!

Bai Ling's cries came from being wrapped tight in a quilt like a dumpling, ropes binding her layer upon layer. Only her head stuck out. She wriggled on the sofa like a worm, wailing.

Meanwhile, Duan Heng stood by the balcony, happily grilling sausages on a barbecue rack with iron skewers.

—Meat aroma mingled with cumin and chili, amplified by the Maillard reaction, flooded the air—sweet, savory, salty. Oil droplets slid slowly down the sausage skin, which swelled under rising heat...

Finally, with a *pop*!

The skin burst open, releasing intense fragrance. Bai Ling, lying on the sofa, nearly burst into tears just from the smell. Her stomach growled uncontrollably.

*Gurgle gurgle—*

"So hungry! I won't dare again, Daddy. Please let me have a bite┭┮﹏┭┮"

Yes! Last night, Bai Ling tried sneaking a lesson on Duan Heng—but got countered hard. As punishment, he tied her like this.

Calling him "Daddy"? From a lost bet—she had to honor it. After all, Duan Heng wiped out the entire mutual-aid squad~

*'Guh, kill me!'*

Recalling last night, tied up, Bai Ling glared defiantly. She gritted her teeth, shouting anime phrases: "Whatever!" "You wouldn't dare touch me!" "Trash, you're such trash!"

But this morning, Duan Heng started grilling. Skipping breakfast, Bai Ling watched helplessly as skewers vanished into his mouth. Grease aroma filled the apocalyptic air—even Zombies would drool. How could she stay sane?

"Sigh, I just can't help you." Hearing her pitiful pleas, Duan Heng's lips curved slightly. He shook his head, feigning exasperation~

Mercifully, he brought a fresh sausage. Before offering it, he blew to cool it.

"Here, take it."

But... just as Bai Ling's delicate pink lips parted slightly, only two centimeters from the sausage, staring longingly... Duan Heng suddenly pulled back! He said mischievously:

"Heh heh, learned your lesson?"

"Ugh... you!" Her stomach growled. So close, yet denied—Bai Ling felt utterly miserable. She wanted to snap but dared not provoke him. Gritting her teeth, she hissed:

"I... I learned it! Okay?!"

Bai Ling turned away tsundere-style, face full of defiance—but drool trickled from her mouth. Duan Heng teased further:

"What if you mess up again? You tell me."

"If... if I mess up..." Teased repeatedly, Bai Ling grew annoyed, tone hesitant. But that rich meat scent under her nose—how could a foodie resist? Gritting her teeth, she ignored dignity, closed her eyes, and snapped awkwardly:

"Do whatever you want! Just let me eat!"

"Fine, you said it! Here~"

"Awo—" Duan Heng extended the sausage. Bai Ling gulped down most of it like a puppy, chomping hard!

But as she chewed happily, eyes closed, savoring the juice... her gaze calmed. Excitement turned to confusion. She swallowed with a gulp, face full of disbelief:

"Wait? That's not right!" Bai Ling muttered. Duan Heng leaned on his forehead, struggling not to laugh.

"You could've untied me! Why feed me like this? That's so damn weird—" Realizing belatedly, Bai Ling wailed. She finally saw it—wasn't she acting like Duan Heng's 'pet'?

Hearing her shout, Duan Heng nearly burst from holding laughter. Covering his forehead, he choked out:

"You're right, but I thought it was fun, so... pfft—" He couldn't hold it anymore and burst out laughing.

Bai Ling looked incredulous. Wrapped tight, she could only glare wide-eyed and shout:

"Hey! You were laughing, right? Fun my ass! Untie me now, or else—"

"Hmm? Or else what?!" Her shout cut off. Duan Heng's eyes flashed. He stroked his chin, gazing at her with an amused smile.

Meeting that look, Bai Ling shuddered inwardly. Unconsciously, she clenched her legs and weakly replied from the quilt:

"Ugh... sorry..."

"Heh heh, good you learned~" Duan Heng nodded contentedly. Patting her head, he offered the half-sausage to her lips like petting a kitten:

"Eat up. I'll untie you after."

"Mm, okay┭┮﹏┭┮"

[Duan Heng! How dare you bully me? One day, I'll make you pay! Just wait!]

[Wahhhhh...]

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"Hey, sure it's here? Your student Duan Heng stockpiled supplies? Built a safe house?"

"Yes! Absolutely! His story spread campus-wide. His house withstands all Zombies. Supplies inside could last years—more than a supermarket!"

While Bai Ling and Duan Heng enjoyed their daily life, in a building outside the neighborhood, grim-faced men fiercely threatened college students.

Students trembled in fear. Some female classmates crouched in corners, disheveled and bruised—clearly abused.

Only the middle-aged advisor fawned obsequiously, rubbing his hands ingratiatingly:

"Definitely correct! That kid's a hardcore Apocalypse nut—I have a student named Bai Ling, often called by Duan to move stuff. It's right here!"

The camera panned front: the thin, bald professor before the man was none other than Li Zheng—the advisor who'd tapped Bai Ling's head in class.