Chapter 3: Please Don’t Lift My Skirt, Okay? 3

The System was already panicking uncontrollably. “H-host! What should I do—no? What should you do!”

For the host to encounter such a situation on their very first night was, to some extent, a failure on its part as a System, right?

Shi Xingluo rolled her eyes. “What to do? Kid, haven’t you heard ‘see no evil’? Do I really need to teach you that? If you’re going to be my System, you need to learn some tact. Block your senses on your own.”

The System: “Huh?”

Why did the host seem completely unruffled? It even seemed like… like she wasn’t rejecting it?

“What do you mean ‘huh’? Block it now.”

After shutting the System away in a virtual blackout, Shi Xingluo didn’t retreat. Instead, she retaliated by biting the man’s lip, drawing a faint taste of blood.

The man winced in pain and instinctively released her lips.

His icy breath had unknowingly turned scorching hot, brushing against Shi Xingluo’s cheek. “You don’t seem drunk to me. More like… ‘hungry’.”

It was meant as a sarcastic remark, but he felt Shi Xingluo’s body in his arms stiffen noticeably at his words.

Shi Xingluo’s gaze drifted emptily in the darkness as she murmured softly, “Hungry? I’m not just hungry—I’m starving to death.”

Memories from before her death were etched into her soul. She had been the last living person in a world overrun by zombies.

She had consumed every edible thing in the world, until there was truly nothing left.

Her eyes had been filled with nothing but zombies, yet she no longer had the strength to fight her way out.

The sensation of extreme starvation lingered—even now, in a different world and a different body, it felt as if she could still sense it.

The sudden wave of cold despair emanating from Shi Xingluo seemed to sweep over the man as well. His heart tightened. “…What?”

Shi Xingluo lifted her cold eyes. “Nothing. I said, “Let me go.”

Instead, the man pressed her firmly against the alley wall, blurting out almost involuntarily, “Let me treat you to a meal.”

His original implication of “hungry” had been entirely different, but for some reason, at that moment, he was seized by a single thought: he had to let her eat.

Shi Xingluo laughed, her smile flawless.

Yet, the more flawless it was, the more it concealed her moment of genuine emotion, making it impossible to discern what was real or fake. “Accepting food creates obligations, and you clearly don’t look like a good person. I’m not that kind of casual girl.”

What kind of decent person would stalk someone at night and corner them in an alley for a kiss?

Shi Xingluo’s smooth self-reference as a “girl” clearly gave the man pause, but he didn’t expose her gender on the spot.

Instead, his fingers slid downward and grasped the hem of her JK skirt, as if ready to lift it at any moment. A dangerous undercurrent seeped into his voice. “I’m not a good person? Then why did you say you’d be willing? Or is it that a meal isn’t enough, but you’re willing to do something else?”

“What if,” Shi Xingluo gently raised her hand and gripped his wrist, slowly prying it away from her skirt, “and note, I said what if, I were willing?”

The man remained calm as still water, yet he blocked every possible escape route from the wall. “Are you sure? Why? I saw you knock him out. He wasn’t good enough, but you’d be willing?”

She was clearly trying to fool him into letting his guard down, then give him a brick to the head too.

How cunning.

Shi Xingluo tilted his head, his long, delicate eyelashes casting dense shadows at the corners of his eyes.

He stared at the man’s chin, his tone carrying a hint of frivolity. “Believe me, if it were you, I might actually be willing.”

Bang—the man’s mind seemed to explode, his heart trembling slightly. “Oh? Because I’m willing to treat you to a meal?”

“Exactly!”

Shi Xingluo raised his hand to touch the man’s face in return, but the man swiftly dodged.

He could only raise an eyebrow and withdraw his fingers, shaking them off nonchalantly. “Of course, there’s another more important reason. I have a talent—I can recognize beauty through bone structure.”

He fixed his gaze on the contour of the man’s jaw. “Although I can only see the lower half of your face, I’d bet you’re a total hottie.”

He certainly wouldn’t refuse a kiss with a hottie.

A win-win situation, wasn’t it?

How long had it been since he’d seen a living person in the apocalypse, let alone a good-looking one?

Finally encountering someone who suited his taste, he had no intention of guarding so-called chastity or giving up the desire for pleasure.

What was integrity? Could it be eaten?

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