Chapter 249: Same Treatment

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The door to room 909 was pushed open, then gently closed.

On the dim hallway, Mo Ling lifted their head, slightly turning their head to look at Fan Bing walking out the door.

The woman wore a black evening-style dress, wore slippers on her feet, and her plump, round toes were tightly together.

She held a white towel in her arms, her long hair loosely draped over her shoulders, her makeup light and elegant.

Casual?

Mo Ling stared at her expressionlessly.

As a fellow woman, she could tell every detail of Fan Bing's appearance had been carefully designed.

Designer-made evening short skirt paired with home slippers, holding a towel, hair disheveled...

This easily makes people's imaginations run wild.

Evening gown, home attire, completely defenseless.

Just like a female star after a grand performance concert, taking off her daytime aloof outfit, returning home at night to remove her mask, then timidly knocking on your door.

The contrast and opposition were taken to the extreme.

Hmph.

Mo Ling wrinkled their nose and let out a cold snort in their heart.

She stared at the woman's upper body with slight hostility, feeling displeased inside.

Well-proportioned, the carefully tailored black dress had its chest designed into a clever diagonal V.

Alluring yet not vulgar.

That flash of snow-white, faintly visible, made her eyes hurt from the glare.

Fan Bing wore nothing underneath, which Mo Ling could see.

The little loli turned their head back expressionlessly, right hand pounding on Lin An's door:

"Hurry up!"

"I'm freezing to death!"

Inside the bathroom, mist filled the air.

Lin An listened helplessly to the angry knocking, hands behind back turning off the shower.

"Drip-drop"

The turned-off shower dripped water droplets.

The splashing water sound stopped; he casually pulled off a towel to dry himself, preparing to open the door for Mo Ling.

Late night approaching dawn is a bit chilly, but you aren't an undead body, are you...

Outside the door, Fan Bing hesitated a moment, then slowly moved beside Mo Ling while holding the towel, indicating she had no hostility.

There was some astonishment in her eyes.

The hallway was pitch black, but a faint light seeped through the crack of room 908's door.

Is that electricity...?

After a long time, Fan Bing felt a stir of excitement in her heart.

Before the apocalypse, as a top celebrity, her life wasn't excessively extravagant, but it certainly counted as enjoying life.

Although after the apocalypse she wandered between two Awakened Ones and was well protected.

Food was no worry, safety was no concern.

But compared to life before the apocalypse, her current days are practically ascetic.

From the moment she heard the water sound, she had actually already figured it out.

If fighting monsters is a man's battle, then any everyday moment that can attract men is her battle.

Knocking on the door, she told Lin An that the water tank in her room was empty.

As someone who knocks on a door in the middle of the night, she doesn't believe any man could resist this temptation.

I haven't asked for anything, right?

I just came over defenseless, telling you I want to take a shower here, maybe something else will happen...

She doesn't mind giving Lin An a little sweetener, maybe even more.

Compared to the two Li Lei she looks down on, at least Lin An fits her taste.

Strong, mysterious, indeed attractive to her.

The water at night is very cold; she can likewise use catching a chill as an excuse.

A self shivering all over from freezing cold water, just finished washing, she believes Lin An will be moved.

At least, maybe a hint of pity will arise in her heart.

As for how the subsequent plot will develop...

Fan Bing has absolute confidence.

Give her five minutes, no, three minutes.

As long as she is given three minutes to speak, she will half-truthfully, half-falsely make a soft, tearful plea, she will look teary-eyed while pretending to be strong.

Fan Bing believes no one can remain unmoved in the face of this offensive.

Being human, being male, they will have chauvinism, instinctively developing affection for her from deep in their genes.

A once-popular female star chased by tens of thousands, a girl with reddened eyes, timid and uneasy, a defenseless beauty ready to be plucked.

Combined, she clearly knows what kind of temptation this is.

No one can resist human nature, unless they are not human.

But, for now.

The sudden appearance of electricity and hot water disrupted her rhythm.

Now, if she opens the door, she will go from merely using the excuse of taking a cold shower in the middle of the night to being seen as 'indulging in enjoyment?'

The second time, she began constantly wondering what Lin An's background was.

Does she carry system props that serve as batteries on her person?

Or perhaps she simply treats these props as batteries?

If it's the former, that's fine.

If it's the latter...

At this stage, the vast majority of players haven't even seen equipment props, yet Lin An has already become this extravagant?

Her thoughts are extremely meticulous.

She noticed two details from Mo Ling's words.

Hurry up and open the door, I'm freezing to death.

This indicates that Lin An not only turned on the lights, but the shower in the room is likely heated as well.

The little girl is a bit impatient, knocking directly on the door, showing this isn't the first time she's done this.

Therefore, Lin An must have frequently used system props to supply electricity in the past.

Really... wasteful...

Fan Bing is very aware of how much players value equipment, and props are even rarer than equipment.

Like Li Lei.

His white psychic handgun is like his lifeline; he'd love to wipe it clean back and forth several times a day, and he would never waste using it unless absolutely necessary.

He loves to take it out to show off whenever he has the chance, almost wishing to put it in a jewelry box for display.

For no reason.

Fan Bing felt jealousy and bitterness for the first time.

Could she actually have such feelings herself?

In the apocalypse, others are struggling desperately, yet now someone is wasting precious props to enjoy life...

Lin An's strength, and even saying that the forces behind him are far more terrifying than she had imagined.

In just a few seconds, Fan Bing's heart suddenly made a firm decision.

If before it was just a habitual thought of making Lin An her "under-the-skirt servant," her mindset even carried a strong competitive spirit.

Then now.

Capture Lin An! Not..

One could even say to rely on him.

She herself is just an ordinary person; she hasn't become so foolish as to think that toying with two Awakened Ones would let her survive well in the apocalypse.

Even fishing requires feeding the fish bait.

How long can she keep dangling?

Rather than wasting herself, it's better to find a tree to rest in.

Powerful, mysterious, and possibly backed by a huge force behind him, Lin An has become her best choice.

Sometimes, when women make up their minds, they can be more ruthless than men.

No longer hesitating.

She took three steps in two.

Fan Bing, rarely feeling nervous, clenched the corner of the towel tightly with her fingertips, ignoring Mo Ling's cold attitude as she stepped to her side and bent down, speaking gently:

"Little sis, can I take a shower with you?"

"I can help you scrub yourself clean~"

Mo Ling lifted her head, gave her a glare, snorted coldly, and ignored her.

Fox spirit.

If it weren't for the dagger she lost earlier, she wouldn't mind slashing Fan Bing's throat.

"Ka-cha"

The door to room 908 opened, and Lin An, standing behind it, furrowed his brow slightly.

His mental power sensed Fan Bing.

Before him, Fan Bing, clutching a towel to her chest, stood up in a panic, her eyes timid as she leaned into the room:

"Brother An, may I come in to take a shower? I can help..."

"Bang!"

The door shut tightly.

Lin An, expressionless, let Mo Ling slip in and then closed the door directly.

Outside the door.

In the dim hallway, she stood frozen at the doorway like a figure from a painting, the towel in her arms falling to the ground.