Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 8 – Gentle Trap

By the time the two of them finished organizing all the supplies, it was already seven in the evening.

There were ten twenty-jin ¹ 1 jin=0.5 kg or 1.1 lb bags of rice, five bags of flour, five cases of bottled water, five barrels of cooking oil, and a small mountain of various seasonings and daily necessities.

Every kind of medicine had been scavenged by the dozens of boxes.

Lin Fan’s System Space was stuffed with the most important items. Combined with the supplies in her own room next door, it was enough for her to live comfortably alone for three years.

Once the inventory was complete, Lin Fan’s perpetually tense nerves finally relaxed.

Only then did she feel that the sports bra she was wearing had long been soaked through with sweat.

“Phew, I’m dead tired.”

Lin Fan feigned exhaustion and collapsed onto the sofa, her chest heaving violently as she panted.

Zhou Ming’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and a fire burned in his eyes.

“Ruyan, you rest first. I’ll go tidy up.”

He forced himself to look away.

“Ming-ge.”

Lin Fan suddenly spoke, her voice soft and gentle. She lightly bit her lower lip, her stunningly beautiful face full of pitiable charm.

“It’s so dangerous outside. Can you… stay tonight?”

The question was like a jolt of electricity that shot straight through Zhou Ming’s heart.

“Stay?”

“I’m… so scared being home alone.”

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Lin Fan reached out and grabbed Zhou Ming’s thick arm, the warmth of her soft palm transmitting through his skin.

“If a zombie breaks in during the night, I don’t know what I’ll do…”

Her voice carried a barely perceptible tremble. Her frail and helpless appearance ignited an endless desire to protect her in Zhou Ming’s heart.

“Okay! I’ll stay!”

Zhou Ming blurted out without a second thought.

“You can sleep on the sofa. I won’t bother you.”

Lin Fan released his arm, a grateful smile blooming on her face, as if she had found her only support in the darkness.

This was more than Zhou Ming could have hoped for.

To be in the same room as the goddess he adored, even if it was just sleeping on the sofa, was enough to make him lose his mind.

Seeing his flushed cheeks and rapid breathing, Lin Fan deliberately tilted her head and asked with concern, “Ming-ge, why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?”

She reached out and gently placed her hand on Zhou Ming’s forehead.

The touch of her soft, cool palm sent a shiver through Zhou Ming, nearly causing him to lose his composure on the spot.

“No, I’m fine!”

He stammered, taking a step back and retreating in embarrassment.

“It’s probably… from the exhaustion of moving things.”

“Then you should go take a shower.”

Lin Fan thoughtfully pointed to the bathroom.

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“There’s hot water. The towels are in the cabinet; they’re all new.”

Zhou Ming felt as if he had been granted amnesty. He desperately needed to douse the wicked fire in his body with cold water.

“Okay, I’ll go right away.”

He practically fled into the bathroom.

Watching his flustered back, Lin Fan’s lips curled into a silent, cold arc.

Men, as a species, were truly pathetically simple.

She, too, had once been like that.

Sitting on the sofa, she began to calculate Zhou Ming’s future value.

Hauling supplies, fighting zombies head-on, creating a diversion to lure away a horde of zombies.

Although this tool was simple-minded, he was a strong executor with a top-tier physique, and he was completely obedient to her.

Before she could obtain a stronger skin, she had to keep this card, Zhou Ming, firmly in her hand.

Lin Fan took off her sneakers, then peeled off her thick athletic socks.

The high-intensity exercise had left the socks damp with sweat.

She habitually brought them closer to smell them. A faint, sour scent of sweat, but not too stinky.

She casually tossed the shoes and socks into a corner by the sofa and slipped on a pair of slippers.

It was time to prepare dinner.

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To completely tame a dog, nothing deepened the imprint more than being fed by its master’s own hand.

Lin Fan walked to the kitchen. Canned food, instant noodles, and all sorts of seasonings were readily available.

A luxurious feast in the apocalypse.

A rich aroma soon wafted out from the kitchen.

By the time Zhou Ming finished his shower and came out wearing a new T-shirt from the supermarket, the dining table was already set with steaming hot food.

“Wow, it smells amazing!”

He looked at the meal before him, his eyes filled with emotion.

“Ruyan, you worked all day and still cooked. That’s too much.”

“It’s nothing, I should.”

Lin Fan picked up her bowl and gave him a smile of utmost gentleness.

“You took such a huge risk for me today. What’s me making one meal?”

That sentence made Zhou Ming feel like he was floating on air.

Not only was his goddess beautiful, but she was also so kind and considerate. She was practically a gift from the heavens!

“Here, eat more.”

Lin Fan served him some food, her movements natural and intimate, like a truly virtuous wife.

Zhou Ming felt like he was about to melt from this tenderness.

At the dinner table, Lin Fan constantly guided the conversation, asking about his family, work, and hobbies, showing great interest.

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The feeling of being so “valued” by his goddess made Zhou Ming completely let down his guard, revealing everything about himself.

“I’ve loved sports since I was a kid. I was even on the school basketball team in high school…”

“Later, I got into a sports college, and after graduating, I became a fitness instructor. I don’t make much, but I really like it…”

Lin Fan listened intently, nodding in agreement from time to time, but her eyes were a pool of indifference.

The information was being rapidly categorized and organized in her mind.

Sports student, excellent physical condition, good combat potential.

Average income, low social status, craves recognition.

Simple personality, lacking in romantic experience, extremely easy to manipulate.

Conclusion: a perfect template for a tool.

After the meal, Lin Fan took the initiative to clear the dishes.

“Ruyan, let me wash them!” Zhou Ming quickly stood up.

“No need, you’ve been tired all day.”

Lin Fan waved her hand, her voice as soft as water.

“You rest first. I’ll be done in a moment.”

Zhou Ming watched her slender figure bustling in the kitchen and secretly made a resolution.

Such a good woman—he would protect her with his life.