The Picked-Up Sister Acts Weird (28)

Le Xiaowei handed the items to Le Xu.

"You bought this for me too?" Le Xu was taken aback, both amused and exasperated.

He had just finished lunch.

"If you don’t want to eat it now, you can take it back with you."

For a moment, Le Xiaowei felt a strange sense of gratitude that she had once been a zombie. If she were an ordinary human, she wouldn’t have had so many energy crystals, and constantly hiding would have been a hassle. As a zombie, she could stroll around the streets without a care.

"Then I’ll have a bite." Le Xu patted his stomach—there was still room.

Nearby, Yuan Qiaoqiao stared longingly at the stir-fried shredded pancakes.

Unfortunately, her right hand was hooked up to an IV drip, and her left hand wasn’t much help. She could only watch as Le Xiaowei opened the bag and poured the contents into a bowl.

"Here."

Le Xiaowei picked up a small portion with her chopsticks and held it to Yuan Qiaoqiao’s lips.

Only then did Yuan Qiaoqiao’s eyes curve into crescents as she leaned in to take a bite.

"How is it?" Le Xiaowei asked.

Yuan Qiaoqiao was from the south—she wasn’t sure if she’d like the northern-style dish.

"It’s delicious. I love this." Yuan Qiaoqiao’s eyes sparkled—it was her first time trying it.

Watching his younger sister dote on this girl, Le Xu couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

After feeding Yuan Qiaoqiao, Le Xiaowei grabbed another pair of chopsticks and dug into the stir-fried shredded pancakes and grilled flatbread with mixed vegetables. The aroma was irresistible.

This meal cost Le Xiaowei ten energy crystals.

But to her, it was worth it. After all, it was fresh food—something she hadn’t tasted in ages.

So satisfying.

The delicacies of ancient times might have been refined, but to Le Xiaowei, nothing compared to the street food from small vendors.

Food streets are the best!

Once Yuan Qiaoqiao’s IV drip was done, Le Xu took the two back to his villa in the heart of the base.

His second awakened ability, the "Azure Flame," had earned him special favor from the base. This villa had been allocated to him as a reward—though the trade-off was that he had to complete one top-tier mission every month.

These missions usually involved retrieving resources or equipment from high-risk zones. Currently, only two people in the entire base were capable of handling such tasks: Xiao Linfeng and Le Xu.

But due to special circumstances, both he and Xiao Linfeng were temporarily grounded at the base.

"Bro, this villa is pretty nice—three floors too." As soon as Le Xiaowei stepped out of the car, she spotted the quiet little villa with what looked like green vines crawling up the walls—though a closer look revealed they were fake.

After all, real plants had long since vanished.

She had a feeling that after the "Snow Moon," the apocalypse would undergo drastic changes.

"Yeah, I even built a swing—just for Qiaoqiao and you. As for your living arrangements, I’ve already prepared everything. The first floor is for us, the second floor is mostly storage, and the third floor is yours and Qiaoqiao’s."

Le Xiaowei glanced at the multiple steps leading up. Whoever designed this villa had clearly considered every possible scenario in the apocalypse. Even if another blood rain came, the first floor wouldn’t flood.

The drainage system was also top-notch.

Such were the perks of having power.

After entering, Yuan Qiaoqiao took her medicine first before heading up to the third floor. The central area of the three rooms on this floor had a spacious living room with a long gray sofa.

Before Le Xiaowei could say anything, she noticed Yuan Qiaoqiao staring at the sofa.

Then the girl knocked on the wall.

"Great soundproofing." She curled her lips into a smile.

To prevent emergencies, each floor was enclosed—no open layouts. The fear was that if too many people lived together, someone downstairs might turn into a zombie. That’s why the third floor even had its own door.

Before leaving, Le Xu closed the door behind them, letting them choose their bedrooms.

Yuan Qiaoqiao walked over and flopped onto the large gray sofa. Her eyelids drooped, and she nearly dozed off right then.

"Go sleep in a proper room."

Le Xiaowei urged her.

Only then did Yuan Qiaoqiao lift her gaze.

"Even if we share a room, they wouldn’t know."

For some reason, Yuan Qiaoqiao really liked this place.

"What are you thinking?"

Le Xiaowei wanted to roll her eyes. She reached out to touch Yuan Qiaoqiao’s shoulder—but in the next moment, the world spun, and suddenly she was the one lying on the sofa.

Yuan Qiaoqiao shifted to a more comfortable position, resting her hands on the armrests as she looked down at her.

"From now on, this is our home, right, sis?" Her voice was soft yet close.

Le Xiaowei: …Oh no.

This was a truly dangerous situation.

"Get off." She covered her eyes, not daring to look at the girl’s expression.

Damn, this was borderline criminal.

What terrified Le Xiaowei the most was the realization that she was gradually getting used to being the "bottom" in these scenarios. That awareness was downright horrifying.

"Huh? Why?" Yuan Qiaoqiao leaned in even closer, as if demanding an answer.

"Because I might just punch you until you cry."

Le Xiaowei’s words grew harsher.

Yuan Qiaoqiao paused, then lowered her head and smiled.

"Fine by me."

Le Xiaowei’s mind filled with question marks. What did that mean?

Did she want to get hit?

Which raised another question: Could Le Xiaowei even win against Yuan Qiaoqiao?

Suddenly, Le Xiaowei remembered that night—the black-feathered arrow shot at the loli zombie. She didn’t know if that zombie was scared, but she certainly was. If that arrow had been even slightly off-target, Le Xu would’ve been attending his own funeral.

Yeah, no way she could win.

"Can you stand still and let me hit you?" Le Xiaowei made an unreasonable request.

Yuan Qiaoqiao blinked, then nodded.

She stood up, her slender frame wrapped in a pale pink down jacket.

This…

Maybe she shouldn’t hit her after all.

Yuan Qiaoqiao was already running a fever. No matter how much of a jerk Le Xiaowei was, she couldn’t bring herself to bully a girl on the verge of a breakdown.

"I’m going to sleep. I’m dead tired." Le Xiaowei stretched.

After turning human, her only advantage was resistance to cold—but sleepiness was unavoidable.

But the moment she stepped into the room, Yuan Qiaoqiao followed, shedding her down jacket and slipping into bed with practiced ease. She tugged at Le Xiaowei’s hand.

"Sis, cuddle time." She patted the bed.

Her voice was bright with excitement.

It had been so long since she last held her sister while sleeping.

Cuddle time, my foot.

Just as Le Xiaowei was about to leave, Yuan Qiaoqiao yanked her onto the bed, wrapping around her like an octopus and refusing to let go.

The moment her head hit the pillow, she was out.

Probably because of the fever—she fell asleep instantly.

Le Xiaowei plugged in the electric blanket—a luxury in these times, at least ensuring they wouldn’t freeze.

She took off her own down jacket before tucking them both under the covers.

Meanwhile, Xie Gantang, who had just returned, nearly dropped her jaw upon hearing that Le Xiaowei was back.

"She’s back already?"

Xie Gantang was stunned.

"Yeah. Qiaoqiao’s still running a fever, so they’re probably resting now. Let’s call them down for hotpot tonight—the plantation just harvested some fresh veggies. I’ll go buy them later."

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