Volume One, Chapter Seven: Sisters United in Heart, Yet You Address Your Master as Dear

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This must be a video from before the apocalypse.

In the video, the girl wore a flowing purple stepmother’s dress.

She was tall and voluptuous, with graceful curves that revealed an astonishing waist-to-hip ratio.

Her chest was not only ample but generously so.

Her hair cascaded in large waves, complemented by a pair of delicate gold-rimmed glasses.

Though she was merely a freshman, she possessed the figure and face of a perfect mature woman.

Although many online videos were fake,

Xiao Fanchen knew this girl hadn’t even used beauty filters.

The reason was simple.

He had seen her with his own eyes at school.

“Qing Siyu, quite interesting,” Xiao Fanchen stretched lazily and glanced at the two girls lying on the floor.

He casually grabbed two blankets and tossed them in front of them.

“Thank you, Master,” Tang Wanyu said, now clearly accustomed to this form of address.

At the same time, Wen Tingting, who had been hungry for a long time, looked at Xiao Fanchen with a grateful glint in her eyes.

After all, sitting on the cold, hard floor was uncomfortable.

With blankets, at least it would be more bearable.

That night, Xiao Fanchen slept soundly.

But Wen Tingting and Tang Wanyu dared not close their eyes.

Every now and then, strange, eerie howls echoed outside the window.

There were even distant, thunderous crashes like colliding freight trucks.

The entire world had descended into chaos.

The sirens they had longed for never sounded.

Gradually, the tension in their hearts silently snapped.

“Wen Wen,” Tang Wanyu tried to speak.

Unexpectedly, under the moonlight, Wen Tingting’s face was stern, her gaze filled with contempt and disgust.

Her molars ground audibly.

Tang Wanyu was shocked, frozen in place.

A high wall had long been built between them.

At this moment, Wen Tingting’s heart seethed with bitter hatred for Tang Wanyu.

“You, Tang Wanyu, always pretending to be so innocent and pure.

I treated you like a sister, even thought your words made sense.

But you call that delivery guy ‘Master’ with such enthusiasm.

Were you trying to starve me out?

Fine, since you’re ruthless, don’t blame me for being unscrupulous.

You think you’re skilled at seducing men? You’re nowhere close.

Just wait.

Tomorrow, I’ll show you exactly what I’m capable of!”

The next morning.

Xiao Fanchen slept until midday.

After all, in his previous life, his sleeping conditions had never been as good as those in a female dormitory.

Moreover, he was accustomed to sleeping deeply while remaining alert to his surroundings.

He was not worried about being attacked at night.

For now, the female dorm was safe.

As for those living in the low-rise houses, they were probably doomed.

After getting up, Xiao Fanchen went to the balcony, stretched a few times, took out a bottle of mineral water, and washed his face.

Then he returned inside.

Wen Tingting and Tang Wanyu, who had not slept all night, looked haggard, their hands and feet bound, itching and uncomfortable.

Xiao Fanchen was a man of his word.

He planned to untie Tang Wanyu.

In truth, he also wanted to incite jealousy in Wen Tingting.

Thus, to completely divide the two.

In short, if there is no conflict, create one.

Only by having the factions of Yan Shifan and Zhang Juzheng at odds could Xiao Fanchen move freely like a crane among thousands of pines, with his two scrolls of scripture.

As soon as Xiao Fanchen’s hand touched the strap on Tang Wanyu’s arm,

Wen Tingting immediately pressed close.

“Master~ I can give massages. May I serve you a little?”

Feeling the soft warmth from the two adorable mounds on the arm,

Xiao Fanchen’s eyes narrowed slightly.

It seemed

things were getting interesting.

“Looks like after one night, you’ve learned a thing or two,”

Xiao Fanchen chuckled inwardly and said,

“If you massage well, there will be food today. If not, you’ll still go hungry.”

He didn’t rush to untie Tang Wanyu but pinched Wen Tingting’s cheek with one hand first.

“Master, I massage really well.”

Xiao Fanchen freed Wen Tingting’s strap first.

This move clearly brought Tang Wanyu a great sense of crisis.

Usually, Tang Wanyu relied on her looks and figure, superior to Wen Tingting’s.

She wouldn’t have cared.

After all, men liked things that were tantalizingly veiled,

like black stockings and ultra-short skirts.

The same applied to feelings.

Her pure appearance and manner easily captivated men.

In contrast, Wen Tingting was too blatant,

only appealing to some middle-aged lecherous men.

So, Tang Wanyu had never taken Wen Tingting seriously,

nor considered her a rival.

She believed Wen Tingting would only marry a wealthy nouveau riche,

while she herself would become the noble wife married into a wealthy family.

But now, Tang Wanyu felt a wave of unease.

As Xiao Fanchen sat in the chair, Wen Tingting knelt beside his legs, her small hands wandering continuously over his thighs,

occasionally venturing deeper.

Xiao Fanchen clearly sensed the hint.

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Their eyes met.

Everything was unspoken yet understood.

Meanwhile, although Tang Wanyu was anxious inside,

she could only run behind Xiao Fanchen and imitate massaging his shoulders.

The two beauties eagerly vied to serve him.

Xiao Fanchen’s hands were kept busy,

gently playing with Wen Tingting’s silky hair and Tang Wanyu’s slender waist.

After all,

he still loved beautiful things,

such as delicate faces and bodies wrapped in an aura of innocence.

Beauties he could never have touched before.

Now, they were his to enjoy as he pleased.

In a sense, it didn’t matter whether it was the apocalypse or not.

The strong played fast and loose behind the scenes.

Soon, Wen Tingting’s face flushed red, and she couldn’t help but make soft sounds.

After a moment,

Xiao Fanchen took out a self-heating hot pot.

The two girls stared in amazement, unable to comprehend where he had pulled it from.

It was like magic.

Yet their attention remained fixed on the hot pot.

Bubble, bubble.

Once it boiled, Xiao Fanchen began to feast.

The rich aroma of meat left Wen Tingting, who hadn’t eaten or drunk for over 30 hours, dazed.

Tang Wanyu was no better off.

A few sips of soup were far from filling.

Instead, she spent the entire night savoring the intense salty fragrance.

Xiao Fanchen enjoyed the massages from both while devouring meat and vegetables.

Soon, only half a bowl of soup and a few white slices of lotus root remained.

“Nice massage, you’re rewarded.”

At these words, Wen Tingting was overjoyed.

“Thank you, Master. As long as you like, I’ll massage you every day…”

She eagerly lifted the hot pot box and drank the broth with relish.

Drinking too quickly, she coughed a few times but tightly covered her mouth, fearing splashes.

Watching Wen Tingting drink, Tang Wanyu swallowed hard in frustration.

She bitterly regretted not massaging Xiao Fanchen better.

Letting this wretched girl get ahead of her…

If things continued, she might be overtaken by a newcomer!

Xiao Fanchen saw through the thoughts of the two.

Yesterday they had been arrogant and rebellious, but now the contrast was stark indeed.