The Shortness of Mortal Life

The power system within the base had essentially been reconstructed, and the network infrastructure was also completed.

Within S City’s base, cell phones, computers, and other items from before the apocalypse reappeared in everyone’s view.

Of course, not many people cared about these things; most people were busy with life, busy collecting various supplies, bustling about…

Only a rare few in the base who didn’t need to worry about such things could enjoy them.

With a villa rewarded by the base, Zheng Zhiyi no longer needed to live with Ping Chengcheng and the others.

Ping Chengcheng also moved in with Song Ning to a larger home.

The client moved all the supplies to the new home in Area A, busying themselves for an entire day, until evening, when the night gradually deepened.

This three-story villa was probably carefully selected, with an overall style similar to retro European, and it even came with a small yard, the most commendable thing being a thin layer of soil and lawn. In this apocalypse, it could be called one of the rarest resources…

It truly was luxurious.

The girl couldn’t help but exclaim in wonder.

The dim light from the villa’s living room illuminated a small part of the yard.

In the center of the yard, on the green lawn, was placed a wooden swing chair, the wide space fully capable of accommodating two girls.

The wind tonight was warm, Ping Chengcheng and Song Ning sat on the swing chair in the yard, the girl closely leaning against Song Ning, the two almost inseparable.

When the cool moonlight shone through the thick clouds, only the last trace of light remained; frankly, there wasn’t much of an atmosphere…

“Sister…” the girl’s voice was very small.

“Mm,” Song Ning responded, reaching out to touch the girl’s long hair.

“I think, when we have time, we can decorate this yard.

The girl’s voice was soft, sounding very comfortable.

“For example, we could also put some yellow ambient lights on this swing chair?”

She chuckled softly, raising her eyebrows.

“Then we can sit in this yard, the wind blowing, and then, I lean in Sister’s arms…”

Ping Chengcheng said softly, with a happy smile on her face.

All day today, Song Ning had stuck with her, the distance between the two never exceeding “10 centimeters.”

Ping Chengcheng was very happy; if this happy time could continue forever like this, how wonderful would that be?

Unfortunately…

Damn apocalypse…

Ping Chengcheng softly lay down in the girl’s arms, the warm breath patting on the girl’s neck, making her a little itchy.

Song Ning uncomfortably twisted her neck, scratched it, and then adjusted her angle, avoiding the girl’s breath.

Ping Chengcheng frowned a little unhappily in her arms.

Sister smelled fragrant, with a very fresh lime scent; in this dusty apocalypse, the lime fragrance seemed especially precious.

She wanted to smell it again!

The girl covered her small mouth, smiling mischievously without making a sound, secretly glancing at Song Ning, and then quietly, holding her breath, buried her cute little head into the girl’s neck, and then…

She suddenly took a breath!

“Hoo! Ah~!”

“Sister’s scent is so nice~”

She giggled, meeting Song Ning’s somewhat helpless, doting gaze.

“Naughty.”

The girl smiled and shook her head, readjusting her angle again, playfully preventing Ping Chengcheng from getting close to her neck.

The girl curled the corners of her mouth.

“Sister, do you want to play a game with me?”

“If I touch Sister’s neck, then Sister will have to accept a punishment~”

Ping Chengcheng smiled mischievously, looking at the girl provocatively.

Song Ning, who had originally wanted to refuse the girl, suddenly changed the words she wanted to say.

“Chengcheng, are you sure?”

Song Ning chuckled.

“With Chengcheng’s current state… it’s hard to win, right? If that’s the case…”

She pondered for a moment.

“Then, if I lose, I’ll promise Chengcheng one thing, how about it?”

The girl didn’t think she would lose. After all, Ping Chengcheng was too much of a girl now.

The girl agreed excitedly: “Okay, then it’s settled!”

Ping Chengcheng raised her small head, got off Song Ning, and then counted down.

“It’s starting~!”

The two girls, borrowing some of the faint light transmitted from the villa, chased each other and laughed on the lawn.

The girl’s figure was very agile, but the girl looked a little clumsy.

Ever since she was injected with the virus suppressant, Ping Chengcheng’s movements had become a little slow, and her control over her body had decreased a lot.

Adding this ordinary girl’s body, she looked silly.

The laughter of the girl and girl echoed in the night, the breeze blowing the tips of their hair.

But after a while, Ping Chengcheng stopped moving, she cried out, and fell to the ground.

“Wuu, Sister, it hurts…”

The skin on her calf and knee was scraped, and a trace of blood flowed out.

Song Ning panicked for a moment, and quickly squatted down, coming to the girl’s side.

She reached out, rubbing the girl’s milky white, soft little legs.

“Chengcheng, are you okay?”

Song Ning was a little scared, knowing that the current Ping Chengcheng was not the same as before…

What if she had just fallen and injured the bones inside?

She was a little worried, gently rubbing around the girl’s wound.

But suddenly, a warm breath came from her neck.

In the next moment, the girl froze.

She turned her head, her face flushed red.

The girl’s cute little head was deeply buried in her neck, her soft cherry lips lightly biting on her fair swan neck.

The moist, warm little tongue gently scraped the girl’s sensitive skin, making the girl gasp involuntarily.

She reached out to push the girl away, but couldn’t muster any strength.

Perhaps, she couldn’t muster any strength… perhaps, she was reluctant, unwilling.

The quiet breeze blew past, blowing the girl’s slightly sandalwood-scented hair to the girl’s nose.

Sister…

At her neck, the girl rested her chin on her shoulder, hugging her tightly with both arms.

The dim light reflected from the villa’s living room plated the two girls sitting in the center of the lawn with a layer of silver gauze.

“Hehe… Sister, I won; Sister has to promise me one thing.”

Song Ning’s body trembled, and finally chuckled out loud, she gently stroked the girl’s slender waist, along the girl’s back, just like petting a kitten.

“So, this is Chengcheng’s little trick?”

“Little cutie, you’re really smart.”

Her eyes were full of doting.

“But, you’re not allowed to do this again in the future, because if Chengcheng gets hurt, my heart will ache.”

The girl’s delicate hum came from her ear: “Hehe~ Then, Sister has to abide by her previous promise.”

“Mm… I want Sister…”

“I want Sister to love me forever, forever, forever…”

“If I find out that Sister doesn’t love me anymore, then Sister…”

“Hmph~”

She shook her head cutely.

“Sister, you won’t not love me, right? Right?”

Forever?

This was a very distant word.

Song Ning hesitated a little.

Such a promise was a little heavy. She understood that saying it would make the girl happier, but… she didn’t want to say such an important promise to please the girl.

It was like that saying—mortal lives were short, yet they easily promised eternity.

Realizing Song Ning’s hesitation, in the girl’s arms, Ping Chengcheng’s expression gradually turned cold.

“Sister…?”

“You, do you not love me…?”

The familiar red light flashed once again.

At this moment, Song Ning was suddenly shocked.

What was going on, was the virus suppressant not working!?