Chapter 33: Lin Yuwei Becomes a Simp

As soon as she stepped into Room 301, Lin Yuwei threw herself into Qin Feng’s arms.

Qin Feng embraced the pure, campus belle intimately. His fingertips traced the smooth, delicate curve of her jaw. He could clearly feel the perfect, slender body before him trembling slightly. It was not from the cold, but from an anticipation mixed with fear and excitement—the tremulous thrill of a girl who had already shared an intimate relationship with this man.

Lin Yuwei was dressed in a "pure-desire" style today. Beneath a gray, pleated miniskirt were a pair of flawless, long legs encased in black silk stockings, every curve appearing as if sculpted by God’s most meticulous hand. The air was filled with the faint, sweet fragrance she exuded.

"Qin Feng, am I... pretty?"

Lin Yuwei’s voice was incredibly soft and sweet, carrying a hint of imperceptible pandering. She tilted her face—a face capable of turning the world upside down—observing every flicker of expression on Qin Feng’s face.

Qin Feng did not answer; he simply pulled her into his embrace and lowered his head to kiss her. The kiss was filled with unquestionable aggression. Lin Yuwei’s breathing turned ragged in an instant, her gasps soft and shallow. Her body went as limp as spring water, leaving her no choice but to cling helplessly to Qin Feng’s shoulders, allowing him to take whatever he desired.

Ah, mm, oh!

After a long while, their lips parted. Lin Yuwei’s eyes were completely unfocused, her cheeks flushed with a dizzying crimson. She had fallen completely. This man, who held boundless supplies and overwhelming power in the apocalypse, was her god.

After being kissed for a long time, Lin Yuwei gathered her courage and asked in a whisper, "Qin Feng... what am I to you?"

A cold smirk played on Qin Feng’s lips. He squeezed her slender, A4-sized waist and retorted, "Campus Belle Lin, what do you think you are to me?"

Lin Yuwei’s eyelashes fluttered. She fell silent for a moment, as if organizing her thoughts. Finally, she spoke in a humble tone: "I am the person in this world who likes you the most, but you don’t necessarily like me back the most. You only took me because you wanted revenge for me making you carry my luggage before. Actually, perhaps, you still want to win over Tang Tang, don’t you?"

Qin Feng smiled slightly and raised an eyebrow, tacitly agreeing.

"If you knew, why ask?"

This cold remark landed like a basin of ice water, but instead of feeling jealous or angry, Lin Yuwei seemed to experience a sense of relief, as if she had received some kind of confirmation. As long as she was still useful, she would not be discarded. She immediately leaned against Qin Feng with a fawning posture.

"Qin Feng, I... I can help you win over Tang Tang. I know her best. I'll help you get her, okay?"

After she finished, she grew bold and used her silk-clad calf to gently rub against Qin Feng’s leg.

"Alright."

"Then, as a reward... can you love me now?"

Qin Feng gave a low chuckle. "As you wish."

With a thought, the two vanished from the room, appearing instantly within the system space. The mattress on the single bed in the space soon began to emit an overwhelmed creaking sound, the rhythm accelerating from slow to fast.

***

Room 303.

Tang Tang woke up to a violent wave of hunger. She had intended to save half of the late-night snack she’d gotten from Qin Feng for breakfast, but she hadn’t been able to resist and had finished it all in the middle of the night. Ever since the apocalypse began, her stomach had become a bottomless pit; her appetite was insatiable!

At that moment, she was clutching a small durian pastry to soothe her stomach. The hunger felt like thousands of ants gnawing at her sanity.

*No! I can't go again!*

Tang Tang clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, warning herself. She absolutely could not go back to Qin Feng’s room—not even if she starved to death! She didn't want to become like Lin Yuwei, losing her sense of self entirely, controlled by Qin Feng like a pet. She didn't want to be a woman who could be mastered by him with a single gesture. She wanted to remain the obedient girlfriend of her boyfriend, Wang Zi, and hold onto her last line of defense.

However, ideals are fragile in the face of reality.

By the afternoon, Tang Tang was seeing stars from hunger, her body so weak she could barely stand. Truly, she didn't know why—her willpower for dieting had always been so strong, yet ever since the zombie crisis, she couldn't tolerate even the slightest bit of hunger.

Just then, her phone screen lit up. It was a message from Lin Yuwei containing photos. A stream of high-definition images of gourmet food shattered the psychological defenses she had worked so hard to build.

"Ah, no way, Lin Yuwei, you’re using photos to seduce me again!"

"Damn it!!!"

Tang Tang opened her smartphone anyway. The photos today were of Beijing cuisine. There was Peking duck, glistening with oil and a deep jujube-red color, sliced into uniform pieces and neatly arranged on a plate. Beside it were crisp green cucumber strips, snowy white scallion slivers, and a small dish of thick sweet bean sauce. There was also a plate of Beijing-style shredded pork in soybean paste, rich and savory. And a bowl of Zha Jiang Mian, covered in cucumber strips, shredded carrots, bean sprouts, and topped with fragrant fried sauce.

*Gulp.*

Tang Tang swallowed hard. Peking duck was her absolute favorite! Her mind began to involuntarily imagine the scene: spreading out a pancake as thin as a cicada's wing, using chopsticks to pick up two slices of duck with both skin and meat, dipping them generously into the sweet bean sauce, adding the scallions and cucumber, and finally rolling it all up...

Ah! The moment she bit into it, the crispness of the skin, the tenderness of the meat, the saltiness and sweetness of the sauce, the pungency of the scallions, and the freshness of the cucumber—all the flavors would explode in her mouth at once, the aroma of the fat overflowing on her lips and teeth.

"Just one bite, and the oil would sizzle..."

Tang Tang felt her saliva flooding her mouth.

Lin Yuwei’s message followed immediately:

[Tang Tang, come quickly.]

[Brother Feng is in a good mood today; he’s prepared so much Beijing food, just waiting for you.]

[Don't worry, you don't have to do anything else this time. Just come over to chat with us and brew a pot of tea.]

[Oh right, he just bought a high-end tea table. Let me show you a photo.]

[Photo, photo, photo.]

*"Just brew some tea..."*

These four words echoed in her ears like a devil’s whisper. Tang Tang’s heart wavered violently once more.

*Fine, just this once, just one last time!*

She quickly changed into clean clothes—jeans, a black T-shirt, and a high ponytail—opened her dormitory door, and crept toward Room 301 like a thief.

To get from 303 to 301, one had to pass the door of 302. Just as she was sneaking past on tiptoe:

*Click.*

The door to 302 opened just a crack, silently. Behind the door, Geng Xuan and Pan Yu stared at Tang Tang’s back with eyes filled with venom, watching her disappear into Qin Feng’s room.

The two exchanged a glance, a cold, vengeful smirk appearing on both their faces. Hmph, ever since Lin Yuwei moved out, she had no intention of giving them any more food; Geng Xuan and Pan Yu had guessed that long ago.

For the sake of revenge, out of a desire to burn it all down, and to stir up trouble just for the sake of watching it unfold, Geng Xuan immediately raised her phone. Aiming at the 301 door sign and the doorway where Tang Tang had vanished, she snapped a photo.

She then opened the chat box for Wang Zi and sent the image over, accompanied by a line of vicious text:

"Wang Zi, keep a better eye on your girlfriend! She’s gone to Qin Feng’s room again!"