Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 17 - I know you're pretending (2)
"Leave it for now. I'll tell you once I've thought it through, "Lu Xingchi said, "If you violate any of them, get off the car immediately"
Bei Nuan agreed. Lu Xingchi turned around and walked towards the jeep.
"Lu Xingchi," Bei Nuan called out to stop him.
Lu Xingchi looked back to see what else she had to say.
Bei Nuan solemnly said, "You definitely won't regret taking me along."
The corner of Lu Xingchi's mouth slightly curved up. "Then I'll… wait and see?"
They returned to the jeep after the discussion was over. Bei Nuan stealthily gave Du Ruo a victory sign, and Du Ruo slightly smiled and returned her a thumbs up.
Bei Nuan sat down on the familiar back seat. Having been separate from it for so long, it felt extra comfortable sitting down.
They had been so busy until now and hadn't had time to eat.
Lu Xingchi took out a few bottles of mineral spring water and a bag of compressed biscuits from the trunk and went back to the car. He distributed the water and food to Bei Nuan and Du Ruo.
Du Ruo was ravenous. He scarfed down several compressed biscuits and was still hungry.
Lu Xingchi also ate quickly.
Compressed biscuits were treasures in the last days. They were high energy, small, and easy to carry, but Bei Nuan almost couldn't swallow the bite she had. It was dry and greasy like a sweet brick soaked in oil.
After Bei Nuan nibbled on one for a bit, she put her hand in backpack and pretended to take out a package of charcoal-grilled mini sausages from it.
Bei Nuan pursed her lips. Now that she had gotten onto the jeep, her situation was no longer serious, and she couldn't resist provoking the big boss.
"Lu Xingchi ah," Bei Nuan knocked on the back of his seat.
"What?"
"Can I eat a package of charcoal-grilled mini sausages? You just said I can't make any decisions on my own."
Speechless, Lu Xingchi turned to look. His beautiful eyes were narrowed, and he stared at Bei Nuan with a look of "you're deliberately provoking me."
Bei Nuan returned his look with an innocent gaze and threw a small charcoal-grilled mini sausage into her mouth. It had a springy, soft, and elastic texture and was nicely spiced, not greasy at all.
Then, she raised one near to Lu Xingchi's's mouth and asked in an even more innocent tone, "Do you want one?"
"No need." Sure enough, Lu Xingchi refused.
Bei Nuan was even more stubborn than him and continued to hold the mini-sausage up. They were in a stalemate.
Lu Xingchi couldn't dissuade her and finally gave in. He tilted his head and ate it from her hand.
Bei Nuan smiled and handed a mini sausage to Du Ruo.
Du Ruo ate it and turned sideways to ask Bei Nuan in a vague tone, "Bei Nuan, what is your special ability? Is it psychokinesis?"
Du Ruo turned to look back at the village that wasn't too far behind them. He estimated, "How far can you move stuff? 500 meters? 1 kilometer?"
He had thought in the completely wrong direction.
"It's a secret." Bei Nuan refused to say and passed him the bag of mini sausages.
"You're returning kindness with ingratitude." Du Ruo suddenly opened his hand and stared at the mini sausage.
"What are you doing?" Bei Nuan was baffled.
Du Ruo answered, "It's the end of the world. If I try to cultivate, who knows, I might get a psychokinesis ability."
Bei Nuan: "..."