Who the Hell Do You Think You Are?
Yet in front of Xiao Yi, these goddesses who could lord over most men before the apocalypse were now groveling at the feet of this seemingly average guy to an absurd degree.
"These women! They're... they're so shameless!" Watching Li Wan Ning and the others hype up total devotion to Xiao Yi like some cult brainwashing spiel, Si Ruo Qing fumed inwardly.
But soon, another thought crept in: "If Xiao Yi really wants me to do that... what the hell am I supposed to do?"
At the idea, Si Ruo Qing's heart suddenly raced, her chest tight like a little deer was chaotically bumping around inside.
She wasn't young anymore, but she'd never actually dated anyone.
Back at the police academy and on the force, plenty of guys had chased her.
But for some reason, she'd never bothered with those who tried every trick to flatter her and kiss her ass.
She always thought guys like that were spineless nobodies, and she looked down on them hard.
Until she met Xiao Yi in the apocalypse...
"Ugh, whatever! With all these beauties around, there's no way he'd pick a tomboy like me!" Si Ruo Qing muttered sourly to herself. "Hmph! I'm not gonna kiss his ass no matter what!"
Meanwhile, Xiao Yi returned to the warehouse door, gave it a light knock, and a surprised yet feeble voice called from inside: "Who's there? Is it our benefactor?"
The door swung open fast, and the survivors inside welcomed him like a superstar.
Only Ling Xue Ya sat there with a pouty face, looking aggrieved as she grumbled, "Xiao Yi, why'd it take you so damn long? If you didn't show up soon, we were gonna starve to death!"
These past few days in the warehouse, Ling Xue Ya had been treated like royalty. Since everyone knew she was Xiao Yi's woman, they obeyed her every whim.
They all called her "Sister Xue Ya."
She doled out the food and water.
Anyone who pissed her off even a little got an explosive tirade as punishment.
It had given her a real taste for playing queen.
And it was making her feel more and more untouchable.
Her earlier fear of Xiao Yi was fading, replaced by the notion that since she'd given him her first time, he'd surely go easy on her, take care of her—hell, even spoil her a bit.
So when she spoke to him, she deliberately put on a whiny, coquettish pout.
It was all to show these warehouse losers how important she was, boosting her status even higher.
She'd carefully plotted this out over the last couple days.
From what she'd seen on Weibo from those feminist bloggers, regular guys—especially loser types—couldn't resist a woman acting aggrieved, throwing tantrums, or batting her lashes.
A few crocodile tears from a goddess like her? Xiao Yi the loser would be putty in her hands, turning into her total simp, all gentle and doting.
Once she had him hooked with her diva routine, she could revel in queen life through the whole apocalypse!
But Xiao Yi didn't react like the eager simp she'd imagined—no rushed apologies, no offering food and water to beg forgiveness.
He just turned his head, gave Ling Xue Ya a cold, emotionless glance, and said icily, "You talking to me?"
Ling Xue Ya caught the chill in his tone, and memories of what he'd done before made her shudder.
But then she remembered those Weibo feminist rants, and she steeled herself again.
She wiped at fake tears, swayed her sexy hips over to Xiao Yi, pressed against his arm, and whined, "You bastard, have you forgotten all about me? I've been dying without you these past couple days. What if you starve your woman to death by not showing up...?"
Inside, Ling Xue Ya smirked triumphantly: "Loser simps love a goddess like this, right? Today, Xiao Yi, I'm conquering you—you'll be my good little dog!"
The corners of her mouth curled up. She had total faith in those feminist bloggers!
Slap! A sharp crack echoed through the warehouse.
Without warning, Xiao Yi whipped out a resounding slap across Ling Xue Ya's face.
"When the fuck did I say you could talk to me like that? Who the hell do you think you are? You're just a dog I keep around, and you got the balls to mouth off?" Xiao Yi sneered. "Kneel!"
Ling Xue Ya stared at him in disbelief, trembling as she dropped to her knees.
Xiao Yi pulled an iron chain from his space bag and tossed it at her. "Put it on yourself!"