In the apocalypse of natural disaster, I am reborn to stock up and win

"The clothes are put here for you. They are all clean. You can wear them directly after washing them."

After saying that, she went back to the house to take a shower. Cheng Qianhuai walked upstairs and looked at the set of clothes. He was surprised to find that Song Jinhe had even prepared them for him...

A pair of underwear?

He instantly blushed with embarrassment and coughed uncomfortably. Then he carried his clothes and went to the room designated by Song Jinhe to take a shower.

Cheng Qianhuai took a bath faster than Song Jinhe. After washing, he went downstairs very obediently, sat on the sofa and waited quietly for her to go downstairs.

He also probably knew that it took a lot of steps for a girl to take a bath, so he waited very patiently.

Song Jinhe's hair had been dried when she came down, and her body exuded the fragrance of jasmine flowers in the shower gel. The hair strands fluttered gently with the breeze as she walked, and some of them hung by her cheeks.

"Why don't you eat dinner in the space? It's troublesome and cold to do it out anyway, so it's better to just do it here."

Cheng Qianhuai moved his legs and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Song Jinhe suddenly thought of the fish he caught: "Let's drink fish soup. I also want to eat sweet and sour pork, and just steam a pot of rice."

Cheng Qianhuai agreed happily and awkwardly walked to the kitchen carrying the bucket Song Jinhe gave him.

Song Jinhe looked at his uncomfortable walking posture and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Cheng Qianhuai coughed lightly: "Well, it's okay, you don't have to worry."

But the other party got up from the sofa and followed him, insisting on asking why.

"What happened? Did you get injured during training just now?"

She looked more concerned, Cheng Qianhuai smiled awkwardly, and kept moving his hands.

"The one you gave me was, well, a little too small, too tight."

After Song Jinhe thought for a moment, he understood instantly.

After all, Cheng Qianhuai only wore a pair of loose short-sleeved shirts and a pair of sports trousers, and there was only one piece of clothing left that was hard to say.

"Then I'll pay attention next time."

"it is good."

The conversation between the two was slightly awkward. Song Jinhe covered her face and ran out of the kitchen. She felt that there was something wrong with her brain. Cheng Qianhuai even said it was fine, but she insisted on rushing in to correct it.

But the underwear size is not too small anymore, he...

Song Jinhe realized that his attention was a little off, so he rushed to the refrigerator, took a bottle of iced Coke and poured it into his mouth.

The aroma of fish soup quickly spread along the kitchen. Song Jinhe turned on the TV in the living room, only to find that it was not an empty shell.

There are all kinds of TV series, movies, and variety shows, and anything you can find before the end of the world can be watched on TV.

Song Jinhe clicked his tongue twice. He had to say that all the things produced in the Jade Bracelet Space were really useful.

When the TV is turned on, the room quickly becomes warm. The noisy TV sound is coupled with the sound of food being cooked. Compared with the world outside the space, this place can be called a paradise.

Cheng Qianhuai moved quickly. He brought all the prepared meals to the dining table nearby, and then filled the rice bowls for the two of them before calling Song Jinhe to eat.

The other party was fascinated by the show, and reluctantly paused the TV series before trotting to the dining table.

The fish soup is fragrant and garnished with some coriander leaves.

The shell of the sweet and sour pork is oily and translucent, and it clicks when you bite it, and the taste is sweet and sour.

Song Jinhe was very satisfied with his meal, and even the rice in the pot was completely wiped out.

After the apocalypse came, the amount of exercise was much greater than before the apocalypse, and the appetite was also increased, and I ate more and more.

She was about to wash the dishes with the plate in hand, but was stopped again by Cheng Qianhuai.

"Washing dishes is not good for your hands. I'll just go and do it."

Song Jinhe looked at him helplessly: "You say cooking is not good for my skin, and washing dishes you say is not good for my hands.

Then I won’t do any work at all? "

Cheng Qianhuai nodded seriously: "With me here, you don't have to do anything."

He took the dishes and chopsticks from her hands, his amber eyes filled with easy-to-see tenderness.

"Give me the precious food in your space and give me warm clothes to wear. These are all given by you.

If it weren't for you, I'd be in a terrible mess right now, so can you just leave these little things to me? "

He understood that he was of little use to Song Jinhe. He was considered a bodyguard and coach.

But he also got a lot of benefits from her. Now he eats very well three meals a day. When others can't even eat enough, he can still have meat to eat and fish soup to drink.

He knew everything he got from Song Jinhe and was willing to give everything for her.

Song Jinhe thought about it for a while, but he was really moved by his words.

Since she provided the material, Cheng Qianhuai's other actions would not be regarded as wronging him.

Although she wanted the two of them to get along more harmoniously and not argue over trivial matters, looking at the current situation, it was not good for her to insist on working.

"No problem, you applied for this yourself. If it takes a long time, don't blame me for not working or doing housework."

Song Jinhe pointed at Cheng Qianhuai's nose, pushed all the dishes in his hands towards him, and happily sat on the sofa to catch up on the show.

Cheng Qianhuai took the bowl and chopsticks, peeled the mango for her, put it on the plate, and placed it gently in front of her.

Song Jinhe happily took the plate, inserted a small piece of mango into his mouth, let the rich mango fragrance fill his mouth, and sighed with satisfaction.

This is life, it feels good to be cared for by a beautiful man.

After the two cleaned up the villa, they did not stay any longer. Song Jinhe had already planned to reserve time in the space for emergencies, so he was not willing to waste too much.

After the two got dressed, they left the space. A sudden chill hit them, which was in sharp contrast to the temperature in the space.

"It's getting late, I'm going home first, and you should rest quickly."

Cheng Qianhuai looked at the clock on the wall. It was already 8:30. It would be rude for him to continue to stay here.

Song Jinhe nodded in agreement. He had a lot of training this afternoon and fell asleep not long after lying on the bed.

The world outside the window is silent, the wind has stopped, but the temperature is frighteningly low.

The road was quiet, and from time to time you could hear the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. The number of corpses on the ice was not small.

Some people who were in short supply had no intention of living anymore and simply jumped off the building to end their pain. Some people froze to death.

In the apocalypse of natural disasters, no matter which round it is, it is extremely difficult.

The survivors struggled hard in the ultra-low temperature, clinging tightly to the narrow charcoal basin, trying to survive the entire extreme cold with the few remaining charcoal fires.

The clothes they wore were as warm as possible, but they still couldn't withstand the ultra-low temperature. Their eyes were numb, and their bodies were so stiff when they looked up out of the window.

"Tell me, how long can I live?"

"I don't know. If you keep persisting, maybe the disaster will be over."

They comforted each other in pain, but they already had the answer in their hearts.

Living, turns out to be such a difficult word.