Xu Qian's eyes flickered slightly as she patted his head.
"Yes, you will become that person. I believe in you."
"Starting tomorrow, go take missions yourself, or try forming a team with others.
Those who are capable don't care how much you talk; they only care about how much you do. Do you understand?"
Xu Qian knew he was socially awkward, but social awkwardness wasn't an excuse.
The strong must face their weaknesses and overcome them quickly!
Lu Yang froze, trembling, "Didn't you say a month?"
He hadn't had enough yet!
Xu Qian reached up and pulled down her mask, revealing her familiar face, beautiful and confident.
"Just kidding. You actually believed me."
"I have many things to do, you understand."
Lu Yang naturally understood. He slightly lifted his chin, his previously unconfident posture straightening instantly.
"I understand. One day, I will definitely become one of the top powerhouses in the apocalypse and fight alongside you."
"Good, I'll be waiting for you."
Xu Qian crossed her arms and watched Lu Yang's retreating back, her dark eyes flashing.
Lu Yang was definitely one of the top ten powerhouses in the apocalypse.
Absolutely.
"My little zombie, why aren't you wearing your mask?"
The man embraced her from behind, and warmth instantly enveloped her.
Xu Qian turned and buried her face in his chest, nuzzling.
"Just getting some air."
Guan Weiyun stroked her little head and said in a deep voice, "Today, the Yu Corporation called more than a dozen times, asking me to send people for support."
"How afraid are they of you?"
Xu Qian let out a muffled laugh, "This is just the first one."
The girl hugged his waist and looked up at him.
Her eyes darted around, as if contemplating a mischievous plan.
"Just have people guard the headquarters and say... you're short-staffed."
"Okay."
The man, with rare tenderness, bent down and touched her forehead. The sensation was more intimate than anything else.
"Let's go back."
Xu Qian's dark eyes flashed, and she softly hummed in agreement.
The leader of the base cooked dinner himself, preparing a rather unappealing Western meal.
It featured mutant beast steak from the base's research and a vintage red wine from Guan Weicheng's collection.
"My little zombie, you've worked hard today."
The man raised his wine glass. Xu Qian pursed her lips and smiled, raising her own glass.
"Clink."
Xu Qian took a sip. It was sweet.
As they ate and drank, Xu Qian became a tipsy little zombie.
Xu Qian truly hadn't expected to get drunk as a zombie?
What was the principle behind it.
The girl's cheeks were flushed as she leaned against the man's chest.
"Don't call me 'little zombie' anymore. It sounds unpleasant, you know?"
Guan Weiyun was also a bit drunk, but still somewhat lucid.
He raised an eyebrow and smiled, "It sounds quite nice."
"It's fine to call me that in bed, but not out here!"
"So annoying!"
Xu Qian genuinely disliked the nickname "little zombie." She was human!
She wasn't a zombie!
The man leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Then what should I call you? 'Darling,' or 'Madam'?"
Xu Qian's face turned even redder, and she mumbled, "What Madam? I'm not your wife..."
"You are, my Madam."
In Guan Weiyun's eyes, Xu Qian helped the Hope Base, and he also liked her... body.
To be his Madam, to be the Madam of Hope Base.
It wasn't a bad prospect.
"Madam, is that okay?"
The man was burning with desire. He leaned towards her flushed little face and couldn't resist kissing her.
The girl hooked her arms around his neck, tilting her head up and exhaling a breath of wine towards his face.
In that moment, Guan Weiyun seemed to be getting drunk too.
Xu Qian's fingers traced his handsome features: his beautiful, dark eyebrows, his high nose bridge, his lips as red as blood.
She licked her lower lip and kissed him.
The rich aroma of wine filled both their mouths.