Strategy to Capture Men

Chapter 12 part 1 World One: World One: the Stronger in the End-time World (9)

Han Yanyan didn’t know the exact time without a watch. But she roughly estimated that it would be about 10 p.m.

She was so hungry. There was food in her backpack, but Ding Yao took it away. While waiting for the team to clear the field in the car, the driver gave her a sausage. But now she was so hungry that she ate two steamed buns by herself.

She turned off the light and stood by the window, eating a steamed bun with meat, looking at the people below. It was dark downstairs, and there was a light at the door. Team members gathered in the open space and Ding Yao was speaking. she could not hear what he was talking about. Probably what he said was the meeting he mentioned.

Han Yanyan ate an iron can of meat with two steamed buns till her stomach swelled. And she even licked her fingers clean.

She would never have done anything like that. But three days into the world, she only ate meat on the first day. Yesterday and today, she relied on broken biscuits and cold steamed bread to satisfy her hunger.

At this moment, if Ding Yao were here, she would agree to any request he made. She wasn’t really hungry. Han Yanyan understood that those who were so hungry that they could sell themselves for two cookies when she thought of the sallow and emaciated people.

However, looking at the small room, Han Yanyan felt a little lost for her and Ding Yao’s first time in such simple conditions. The woman always has some sensibility, even if she just wanted to take Ding Yao down, she hoped the condition will not be so bad.

Han Yanyan had some regret that if Ding Yao could wait, it would be nice to return to his Grand Suite in Nanling.

But she knew that Ding Yao was not going to wait. Men didn’t want a romantic environment for this kind of thing like women. They wanted to solve it immediately when they had needs.

Ding Yao looked at her before going downstairs and expressed this meaning clearly. He was going to sleep with her tonight.

Not to mention Ding Yao, actually, Han Yanyan herself wanted to drag Ding Yao to the building, riding under her body and do him hard, so as to dispel the fear that was pressing on her heart. While she was sitting safely by the clean bed at this time, she recalled the thrill between life and death in the daytime and the terrible roar of the mutated zombies in this factory.

Fear was human instinct, and sex also was human instinct. Sometimes the latter could effectively eliminate the former.

For people like Ding Yao, it was an effective way to alleviate the sequelae caused by adrenal hormones after the battle.

Suddenly someone knocked at the door. Then Ding Yao’s driver opened the door and looked in. “Why don’t you turn the lights on? ”

Han Yanyan said, “because of mosquitoes.” and went over and turned on the light.

The man asked, “Have you eaten yet? ”

Han Yanyan said: “Yes.”

“They’ve got the boiler and the water tank ready to shower.” The man told her, “The bathroom is over there, it is public. They’ve already done the washing. There was no girl on this floor. You can wait until we’ve finished.”

This was a good news. At least for the first time, she didn’t have to sleep with Ding Yao with sweat.

When the man left, Han Yanyan turned around and found a towel and toiletries on the bed. It seemed that Ding Yao took them with him. There was really no more convenient power than space power. How enviable.

There was nothing else, and Han Yanyan had to wait. So she turned off the light and looked down at the window. The voice below came up, vague and inauthentic.

The team members broke up, but Ding Yao didn’t leave. He was still talking to several people left. All the men lit up their cigarettes. Looking down from the top, Han Yanyan couldn’t see his face clearly. She only saw that the orange cigarette end was on and off.

But she knew clearly who was Ding Yao. She could feel his aura across the four-story heights.

In fact, men’s baths were all showers. After all, in the summer, everyone was sweating. There were also people with blood, whether it was their own or someone else’s, washing would be safer.

Every one of them was quick. Han Yanyan didn’t wait too long. Ding Yao was still talking downstairs. The driver knocked at the door again with his head half dry. “OK, you can wash it.”

Han Yanyan responded without moving.