Rebirth Stockpiling: The Little Girl Sweeps Through the Apocalypse-Chapter 476

After hearing Lu Chen's words, Ling Jing couldn't help but curl his lips slightly.

So that's how it was.

It seemed his worries had been unnecessary...

"Cough, cough, cough..."

"What's wrong with you?"

Noticing Ling Jing's coughing, Lu Chen couldn't help but ask.

Ling Jing waved his hand dismissively. "It's nothing, just... maybe a chill."

As soon as he finished speaking, another violent coughing fit overtook him.

Lu Chen frowned. "You should go see Dr. Ye and the others."

"Alright."

That night.

Just as Lu Chen was about to take a shower, Ling Jing showed up.

"Got any water?" Ling Jing asked, raising his hand to show a packet of medicine.

Lu Chen blocked the doorway. "Don’t you have any in your room?"

Ling Jing shrugged. "Ran out."

"There’s some in the living room downstairs," Lu Chen reminded him.

"Also ran out," Ling Jing said, spreading his hands.

"You’ve got some here, right? I just need to take my medicine—won’t use much."

With that, he casually pushed past Lu Chen and headed straight for the water dispenser.

Lu Chen frowned but didn’t say anything.

He picked up his change of clothes and headed to the bathroom.

He expected Ling Jing to be gone by the time he came out.

Instead, Ling Jing was asleep in his bed!

Lu Chen unceremoniously shoved him a few times.

"Get up."

Ling Jing drowsily opened his eyes, glanced at him, then rolled over and went back to sleep.

Lu Chen: "......"

He kicked Ling Jing off the bed.

Ling Jing finally woke up, but he just stared at Lu Chen with an innocent expression, his eyes reddening with a pitiful, teary look.

That face—more beautiful than any woman’s—wearing such a pitiful, aggrieved expression was oddly endearing.

Lu Chen: "......???"

What the hell was this?

He distinctly remembered how Ling Jing had acted when he was first infected with the zombie virus—his personality had completely changed.

Wasn’t this exactly the same?

Had the zombie virus in his system not been fully purged? Had it flared up again?

Or had that kick to the head scrambled his brain?

Lu Chen pinched the bridge of his nose, wanting to take Ling Jing to the hospital, but Ling Jing refused to cooperate, clinging to the bed like his life depended on it.

Lu Chen gave up, checking the time.

At this hour, Zhong Mingsheng and the others were already asleep.

He’d deal with it in the morning.

The moment he let go, Ling Jing instantly scrambled back onto the bed.

Lu Chen rubbed his temples, resigned. He grabbed another blanket from the closet and went to sleep on the couch.

What he didn’t notice was the faint smirk curling Ling Jing’s lips as he turned away.

In the middle of the night, Lu Chen was deep in sleep when he sensed someone approaching.

His eyes snapped open.

Ling Jing stood there, bleary-eyed, rubbing his face as he shuffled toward him.

Lu Chen watched silently.

Ling Jing walked past him, poured a glass of water, drank it, and turned back.

Except—he didn’t return to the bed.

He walked straight toward Lu Chen instead!

Seeing Ling Jing toppling directly onto him, Lu Chen’s pupils constricted. He barely managed to roll aside in time.

Ling Jing crashed onto the floor—and immediately started snoring.

Lu Chen: "......"

After staring at him for a moment, Lu Chen bent down and scooped Ling Jing up in a princess carry, heading back to the bed.

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"Didn’t expect this, Lu Chen. So you do have a thing for me?"

Lu Chen: "......"

"You’re awake?"

Seeing Ling Jing back to normal, Lu Chen tried to let go.

But Ling Jing instantly tightened his arms around Lu Chen’s neck.

"What, gonna tease me and then run?"

Lu Chen: "???"

When had he ever teased him?!

"Let go," Lu Chen growled.

Ling Jing smirked. "What if I don’t?"

Lu Chen scowled and tried to pry Ling Jing’s hands loose, but Ling Jing suddenly leaned in, grinning wickedly.

"Your heart’s racing~"

Lu Chen: "!"

"Deny it all you want. I like people with sharp tongues—makes kissing them even more fun~"

Lu Chen: "!!"

Before he could react, Ling Jing abruptly closed the distance.

Their lips collided.

Lu Chen: "!!!"

His brain short-circuited for a few seconds.

And in those seconds, Ling Jing took full advantage, invading his mouth with shameless enthusiasm.

"Don’t space out. Focus~"

When Lu Chen didn’t respond, Ling Jing playfully nipped his lower lip.

His voice, husky and teasing, combined with the darkness and the heat between them, was unbearably seductive.

The slight sting snapped Lu Chen out of his daze.

He shoved Ling Jing hard.

But Ling Jing only held on tighter.

Furious, Lu Chen retaliated by biting Ling Jing’s lip. freewebnσvel.cѳm

The metallic tang of blood flooded their mouths.

Ling Jing smirked. "Oh? So you like it rough~"

"Let go!"

"No."

The two clashed, grappling fiercely.

The noise woke Yun Xiaoxiao, who stomped into the room, rubbing her eyes.

"What are you two doing?"

She blinked sleepily at the two men tangled together, mid-fight.

They froze, then immediately separated, scrambling to their feet.

Ling Jing straightened his clothes and sauntered to the door.

Leaning against the frame, he smiled down at her.

"Little one, your big brother and I were just having a chat. It’s late—go back to sleep."

Yun Xiaoxiao squinted in the dim light, spotting Ling Jing’s bitten lip.

Her gaze flicked between him and Lu Chen, a knowing glint in her eyes. She faked a big yawn.

"Mm, I am pretty tired... You two... have fun."

With that, she turned and disappeared into her room across the hall.

Ling Jing slid his hands into his pockets, grinning at Lu Chen.

"Shall we continue?"

Lu Chen: "......"

"What the hell do you want?"

"What do you think?" Ling Jing’s lips curled.

His gaze burned into Lu Chen. "Obviously..."

That night, the two fought relentlessly.

From the bedroom to the yard.

By dawn, they collapsed side by side on the grass, panting heavily, their hair damp with sweat as they stared at the lightening sky.

"Admit it. You like me," Ling Jing said between breaths.

Lu Chen scoffed. "You’re way too confident."

"Damn right." Ling Jing didn’t even blush.

"So... can I kiss you now?"

He propped himself up on one elbow, smirking down at Lu Chen, his words bold and direct.

Lu Chen glanced at him. "Fine. But I’m doing it."

In one swift motion, he flipped Ling Jing onto his back and crushed their lips together.

Ling Jing grinned into the kiss, responding with equal fervor.

"Did you have a crush on me this whole time?"

"Maybe."

"When did you start liking me?"

"Don’t know."

Lu Chen’s breathing grew ragged as the kiss deepened.

Ling Jing, never one to be outdone, slid a hand under Lu Chen’s shirt.

Lu Chen caught his wrist.

"Not here."

He wasn’t about to put on a show.

Ling Jing chuckled. "Lead the way."

Ling Jing was in a great mood.

It seemed his strategy hadn’t been wrong after all.

With a reserved man like Lu Chen, you had to tease him a little—intentionally or not.

And you had to be bold and proactive.

Otherwise, waiting for him to confess his feelings would probably be a lost cause until the end of time.

As for when he’d started liking Lu Chen?

Well… he wasn’t entirely sure himself.

Maybe it was in some fleeting, unremarkable moment.

Or maybe it was right from the very first encounter…