Chapter 12:

Han Yanyan doesn't have a watch and don't know the exact time now. But she roughly estimated that it would be about ten o'clock in the evening.
She is very hungry. There was food in her backpack that Ding Yao could take away. While the team was waiting for the team to clear the field, the driver gave her a sausage to pad her belly. She was hungry now, and she killed two hoees alone.
She turned off the light and stood by the window, eating a bun and meat, and looking at the people below. It was dark downstairs, and there was a light on the door. The team members gathered in the open space, and Ding Yao was speaking. What he didn't understand was probably the meeting he said.
Han Yanyan used two steamed buns to dry out a tin of meat and ate up his stomach. She even licked her fingers.
She would never do such an unproductive thing. But three days into the world, she only ate meat on the first day. Yesterday and today, she relied on broken biscuits and cold buns to fill her hunger.
Just washed this pot of meat, and if Ding Yao was here at this moment, he would probably agree to whatever he asked. She's not really hungry. Think of those who are so hungry that their skin is yellow and their eyes are green. Han Yanyan really understands those women who can sell themselves for two biscuits.
However, looking at this small room, Han Yanyan felt slightly lost for the first time that she and Ding Yao were going to happen under such simple conditions. A woman is always emotional, even if she is only trying to attack the man Ding Yao, and she hopes the conditions will not be so bad.
If only Ding Yao could wait until he returned to Nanling's luxurious large suite. Han Yanyan thought a bit sorry.
But she knew that Ding Yao had no plans to wait. Men do not want a romantic environment for this kind of things like women, they are more likely to solve it immediately when they need it.
Ding Yao's glance at her before she went downstairs clearly expressed this meaning. He is going to sleep with her tonight.
Not to mention Ding Yao, it was actually Han Yanyan herself. At this time, she was sitting peacefully beside a clean bed, recalling the thrilling day-to-day life and the terrible roar from the zombie in the factory. Ding Yao was dragged upstairs, and he rode underneath him to deal with him fiercely, in order to resolve the fear that had been forced to the bottom of his heart.
Fear is human instinct, and is human instinct. Sometimes the latter can effectively eliminate the former.
For people like Yu Dingyao, the sequelae caused by adrenal hormones after fighting are even more effective relief.
Suddenly someone knocked at the door. Then Ding Yao's driver pushed open the door and leaned in. "Why not turn on the lights?"
Han Yanyan said, "Recruit mosquitoes." Go over and turn on the lights.
The man asked, "Did you eat?"
Han Yanyan said, "It's over."
"They have prepared the boiler and water tank, and can take a bath." The man told her, "the bathroom is over there, the public. They have gone to wash, there is no woman on this floor, you wait until we finish washing . "
This is good news, at least for the first time with Ding Yao and don't have to carry a stinky sweat.
The man left, and Han Yanyan turned around to find a towel and toiletries on the bed. It seems that Ding Yao brought it with him. There is really no more convenient power than space power. Enviable.
There is nothing else anyway, and we have to wait. Han Yanyan turned off the light, leaning against the window and looking down. The voice below came up, it was vague, and it didn't really sound.
The team members dispersed, but Ding Yao did not leave, and was still talking to the few people who remained. The men all smoked cigarettes. Han Yanyan looked down from the top and couldn't see his face clearly. All he saw was the orange-red cigarette lighter turned on and off.
But she knew exactly which was Ding Yao. She could feel his aura across the height of four floors.
Men take showers in the shower. After all, everyone in the summer is sweating. There is also blood on someone's body, whether it's yours or someone else's, it's safer to wash it off.
Each one is fast. Han Yanyan actually didn't wait too long, Ding Yao was still talking downstairs, and the driver knocked on the door again with a half-dry head: "OK, you can wash it."
Han Yanyan answered, but didn't move.
The man downstairs burst into laughter at this moment, and Han Yanyan vaguely heard the word "beauty". She also saw Ding Yao suddenly look up and glanced upstairs.
Probably everyone knew that Ding Yao was going to sleep with her tonight, so he started to coax. Han Yan smoked at the corner of his mouthpiece, took a towel and toiletries to the public bathhouse.
The bath room is at the other end of the corridor. There are two rows of compartments, one row of six, a total of twelve compartments, and a wooden bench in the middle. The compartment is fitted with a split spring wooden door above the knee, which looks very old-fashioned.
Han Yanyan took off his clothes and shoes on the wooden bench and went into the compartment barefoot. Everyone knows that she is Ding Yao's woman, so don't worry if someone will take the opportunity to offend her.
No one dares.
When the switch is turned on, warm water comes out of the shower. Ding Yao seems to have all talents. These people can fight, kill, and repair boilers!
Han Yanyan remembered the wheat and rice harvested once a week in the Thunder Base. Ding Yao runs a clan, which makes it a small, self-sufficient society. Even if Nanling City is paralyzed, the Thunder team can still survive independently.
Han Yanyan rinsed his body carefully, thinking about what kind of person Ding Yao was, and how she should deal with this person.
When she was facing the wall and letting the hot water run towards her face, she heard the squeaky sound of the spring wooden door being pushed open behind her. She didn't have time to react, and was already hooped in her arms by a pair of powerful arms. Han Yanyan turned in horror in the man's arms, and realized that it was Ding Yao's cold and stern face, and the tension was relaxed for a moment.
Ding Yao was satisfied with her response, pushed her to the wall, and lowered her head and bit her lip.
Very fierce and fierce, this man is predatory. Just like the taste of Korean smoke.
Han Yanyan also accumulated a day's pressure to release. She reached out and held Ding Yao's neck in response. Ding Yao was thin and strong with clear muscle mass. The two red fruit bodies fit together under hot water, feeling the hardness or softness of each other. Desire rises with the white water vapor.
There was a faint scream in the corridor. Quick, short, and then disappeared.
The two players sleeping next to the bath room had already lay down, and suddenly turned up and sat up together. These people have survived in the last days and have developed super alertness.
"That was just ...?"
"... is a woman."
Suddenly, the expressions of the two people were strange.
"Isn't this just coming out of the house, the boss hasn't been holding back these days? Why ..."
Why is there such a big movement? The scream just now ... obviously the girl was sinned ...
The two looked at each other.
"go to bed!"
"Uh-huh, sleep, sleep! Work tomorrow!"
Han Yanyan was so painful that his nails were plucked into Ding Yao's meat. Ding Yao glanced at the ground, and there was a trace of bright red running down the ground into the sewer under the yellow light.
"Virgin?" He asked.
This time, the person set was almost blank, and she was allowed to play freely. Han Yanyan originally liked this, but she did not expect that the electronic sound prepared her an unopened body. In her heart, she greeted the eighteenth generation of electronic ancestors, her voice trembled, and she cried like a cry but not cry: "Lightly, hurt ..."
When Han Yanyan murdered during the day, he looked like a beast with fangs, although he was not strong, but he had a strong energy. At this time, it was as delicate as a flower that would wither in a shower.
Ding Yao remembered how fiercely she had pierced the man's carotid artery with a small fruit knife during the day, and pierced Han Yanyan like that fruit knife.
Han Yanyan originally wanted a close love, but miscalculated the enemy's situation and was completely crushed. Whimpering like joy and pain, faintly audible in the rushing water of the shower ...
Ding Yao, this man, has no pity for women. Climbing to the top, Han Yanyan flashed this thought in his head when the white light flashed.
Han Yanyan slept very lightly.
When she once again dreamed of Feisha walking away from the stones, an unclear face and a pair of indifferent human eyes, she woke up suddenly and covered with cold sweat.
"Awake?" Ding Yao sat next to the bed, getting dressed.
Outside, he doesn't indulge. I only did it once last night, but just to relax. I fell asleep and filled my lungs with a clear head.
He stood up, put on his pants, put on a black combat t-shirt, turned around and saw Han Yanyan sitting up. The towel slipped, and the white body was covered with red marks. The girl's expression was a little dazed, and when she did not kill her, she reminded him of her sobbing last night.
Ding Yao touched her face and said to her, "You go on to sleep. You leave in the afternoon."
Noisy sounds were already heard downstairs, and the search team had begun work. Ding Yao left Han Yanyan a box of buns and a can, and went downstairs.
Han Yanyan wrapped in a towel and moved to the bed, eating a meat with a hoe. In these last days, this is a hearty meal.
This dormitory is not large. The desk is under the window and the bed is beside the desk. Han Yanyan stretches his neck and can see the scene downstairs. Ding Yao's people have dismantled the machine tool. The search team is here to work as a laborer, just like the worker ants to move the parts diligently. Han Yanyan bet that most of them were working hungry and waiting for the at noon.
The steamed buns in his hands became extremely precious and smelled incredibly fragrant. Han Yanyan thought that the sheets had rolled over, and she was now Ding Yao's woman. Yeah, at least follow Ding Yao to eat meat.
She didn't know anything about this man, she had to lie dormant beside him, slowly understand him and wait for the opportunity.
He seemed happy with her last night.
The electronic sound that lacked eight lifetime virtues, she did not give the beauty of the flourishing age, but gave her a seductive body. Knowing this, she could follow the seductive route from the beginning, but how hard she struggled and lost her life.
The feeling of blood on my hands is really bad. It seems that I have embarked on a road that I haven't traveled at all, and I don't know the way back.
Han Yanyan chewed the last bite and swallowed it, looking at the people who were struggling downstairs for a bite.
Han Yanyan has the consciousness of being the "boss's woman". Not only does she have enough to eat and live, but also does not need to do physical work. She shrank in this room, and didn't go out to wander. After all, so many eschatological novels tell her that if a person goes out blindly, there is a possibility that a zombie leaking out of the net suddenly pops out and is scary, often the most powerful one.
She doesn't look for herself. She didn't come to this world to survive, she came to attack Ding Yao.
She reminded herself all the time.