Do you feel cold?

"Previously... the day before yesterday, Xinyu said you were under a lot of pressure, wor-, worried that you wouldn't be able to hold up mentally... so as long as, as long as it could make you happy and relaxed, she didn't mind at all."

Zhong Xiaoshan's voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum.

This was Zheng Xinyu's realization, as well as a helpless compromise. Having struggled and survived in the internet world, she had seen and heard far too much and knew very well what should be done at a time like this.

Zhang Su nodded inwardly. The day before yesterday, his hearing had not yet been enhanced, so it was normal that he hadn't heard them. He was secretly surprised by how advanced the things these two women discussed really were, while also gaining a deeper understanding of Zheng Xinyu.

As a normal man, he should do normal things.

Wandering on the edge of life and death, now that he finally had a chance to relax, he naturally had to seize it!

"Xiaoshan, what I need is definitely not just a warm-bed maid, and you shouldn't become that kind of role either. This kind of thing can make us more harmonious, but it doesn't mean you can slack off in the future, understand?"

Zhang Su stated his thoughts once again. He would absolutely not bring along deadweight just for the sake of his subordinate's happiness; what he needed was an intimate and tacit partner!

"I understand, Brother Su. Still the same thing I said just now: I will listen to you in everything, I will never be lazy, I will never hold you back, and I want to be your woman—the most useful woman!"

Zhong Xiaoshan's firm voice was as solemn as an oath taken upon entering the academy...

"Wanting to snatch someone else's position so soon?" Zhang Su asked teasingly.

"Hate it... I would never!" Zhong Xiaoshan acted coquettishly.

"Hey, do you feel like tonight's temperature is even lower?"

Zhang Su reached out to put his arm around Zhong Xiaoshan's smooth shoulder, changing his tone as he asked.

Zhong Xiaoshan knew she had finally won his approval. Taking the initiative to throw herself into his arms and waiting for him to nod—this was also her first time in life.

Hearing Zhang Su's question, she shook her head: "I don't feel it. Maybe it's because we just worked out earlier, so I'm not cold yet."

Zhang Su said thoughtfully, "Think about it again, it's freezing! How can you not feel it? Xinyu is sleeping over there by herself, and without an electric blanket, it must be even colder!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he clearly felt Zhong Xiaoshan's body shudder.

"I, it is a bit cold. Th-, then I'll call Sister Xinyu over."

Zhong Xiaoshan was a sharp cookie, immensely empathetic, and coupled with her decisive personality, she stated what Zhang Su wanted to say without a moment of hesitation.

"Yeah, call her over. It's so cold, and our medicine supply is limited. Catching a cold would be miserable."

Zhang Su spoke with a deadpan expression. For the physical health of his life-or-death teammates, what did the grievance of squeezing onto a bed even matter?

Zhong Xiaoshan's face turned completely red. She sat up, pinched Zhang Su's arm, and reproached, "You men really don't know when to be satisfied. You're the worst!"

With that, she got out of bed, slipped into her slippers, and pattered toward the opposite bedroom.

(The subsequent scenes are not suitable to be shown, so we will skip them.)

Early the next morning, Zhang Su awoke from his sleep to be met by a pair of watery eyes and a lingering warmth behind him, causing his heart to flutter slightly.

Getting up quickly, all three of them acted as if nothing had happened. As she left the room, Zhong Xiaoshan bent down to pick up the scattered rubber items on the floor and tossed them into the trash can outside.

While putting on his clothes, Zhang Su made faces at his own reflection on the computer screen. Anyone could sense the lingering awkwardness among the three of them, but this was easily resolved.

"Hey, have you two finished getting dressed? Time for morning exercise!"

Zhang Su spat out his mouthwash, picked up his hand axe, and knocked on the door of Zheng Xinyu's bedroom. With his thick skin, he didn't care about awkwardness at all—this was the best way to break the ice!

The door opened from the inside, and two pairs of peculiar eyes looked at Zhang Su simultaneously.

"It's cold, so I was helping Xiaoshan find some clothes..."

Zheng Xinyu had put on a thin cotton jacket, the tip of her nose slightly red.

Zhong Xiaoshan also wore a light down jacket and flashed a very gentle smile, saying, "The temperature didn't drop last night, but it's really cold this morning. Good thing Sister Xinyu has plenty of clothes."

Zhang Su poked his head to look into Zheng Xinyu's room and said, "Doesn't that electronic clock of yours show the temperature? What's the indoor temperature right now?"

Zheng Xinyu made a funny face, rolled her eyes, and said, "It displays twenty-eight degrees. The quality is absolute garbage."

"Huh? Brother Su, are we going downstairs to scavenge for supplies?"

Seeing Zhang Su carrying the hand axe, Zhong Xiaoshan asked.

Zhang Su shook his head, then pointed upstairs: "We're going to clear out those zombies upstairs!"

Just as Zhang Su had anticipated, when the two women heard this decision, the subtle, awkward atmosphere instantly vanished. Their faces both showed nervous expressions, and they instinctively moved closer to each other, their bond clearly growing tighter.

In the face of a life-or-death crisis, everything else was a trivial matter.

"We're going today? Shouldn't we train for a couple more days?"

Although Zheng Xinyu asked this, she had already turned around to pick up her baseball bat, its cold touch making her instinctively loosen her fingers.

"Whether it's physical conditioning, agility, or endurance training, the ultimate goal is to deal with zombies. I don't know if low temperatures affect zombies, but they definitely affect us. We can't drag this out any longer. We'll train through actual combat!"

As he spoke, Zhang Su uncomfortably moved his arms. Transitioning directly from short sleeves to a knitted sweater, plus some extra protective gear, made moving his joints feel unnatural.

"Let me tell you the arrangement for a moment..."

Having made their plans, the three of them headed upstairs, each carrying their weapons.

Arriving at the twelfth floor, Zhang Su listened intently and immediately had his answer: there were a total of eight zombies. He decided to lure them out and defeat them one by one.

Bold and highly skilled, Zhang Su gently pressed the door lock, hid behind the door, held his breath, and slowly pulled open the security door, quietly waiting for a zombie to wander out.

He wasn't disappointed. Soon, a zombie with stumbling footsteps crossed the threshold and burst into the stairwell.

Without a second thought, Zhang Su raised his foot and kicked the zombie in the waist just as it was turning around, smoothly pulling the security door shut behind him with clean and decisive movements.

Wuu-ao...

Thud, thud-thud.

Tumbling a few times, the zombie tumbled down to the landing between the eleventh and twelfth floors.

The pitiful, ambushed zombie had no idea what was going on; it had barely caught the scent of living flesh before getting kicked.

The series of commotions stirred up the remaining zombies, and instantly, they began pounding heavily against the security door.

Zhang Su had anticipated this reaction long ago and had prepared Zheng Xinyu and the other woman mentally beforehand. Hearing the violent pounding did not cause any overreaction from them, and they calmly proceeded with what they needed to do.

Clang, thud!

Just as the fallen zombie was trying to get back up, the metal baseball bat and large wrench came down upon its head.

Awooo, awooo...

Faced with the heavy blows, the zombie's retaliation seemed feeble, primitively waving its arms around like a drowning person trying to grasp at a floating object.