Apocalypse — Chapter 60: What Do You Count As?

But in front of Xiao Yi, these goddesses who before the apocalypse could look down on most men were actually bootlicking this boy who looked a little like a loser to this degree.

“These women! They’re really… they’re really shameless!” Watching Li Wanning and the others preach throwing their whole bodies and minds at Xiao Yi like a pyramid-scheme brainwash, Si Ruoqing swore it in her chest, furious.

But very quickly she thought again, “If Xiao Yi really wants me to do that thing… what am I supposed to do?”

Thinking of this, Si Ruoqing suddenly felt her heartbeat speed up a lot. It was as if a little deer were crashing around in her chest, hard to bear.

Although she was not young now, she had truly never dated.

Whether at the police academy or at the station, a lot of people had chased her.

But for some reason she had never much liked dealing with those men who used every method to please her and bootlick her.

She always felt men like that had no real ability, and no spine either. She looked down on them a lot.

Until she met Xiao Yi in the apocalypse…

“Aiya! Forget it! There are this many beauties here. A woman like me with no feminine flavor, he definitely won’t like her!” Si Ruoqing muttered it to herself, a little sour. “Hmph! Anyway I will never bootlick him, no matter what!”

At the same time Xiao Yi came to the warehouse door again. After he knocked lightly, a surprised, weak voice came from inside. “Who is it? Is the benefactor here?”

The door opened quickly. The people in the warehouse welcomed Xiao Yi in like stars clustering around the moon.

Only Ling Xueya sat to the side with a stiff face, wronged, and said with some blame in it, “Xiao Yi, how come you’re only coming now? If you still didn’t come, we were going to starve!”

These last few days Ling Xueya had enjoyed extremely high treatment in the warehouse. Because she was already Xiao Yi’s woman, the people in the warehouse obeyed her in everything and listened to every word.

Everyone called her Sister Xueya.

Food and water were also allocated by her.

As long as someone made her even a little unhappy, she would explode in rage and punish that person.

These last few days had let her find the pleasure of being a queen.

That made her feel more and more invincible.

Her earlier fear of Xiao Yi was also fading slowly. Because she had given Xiao Yi her first time, she felt more and more that since she was already Xiao Yi’s woman, Xiao Yi would definitely yield to her, take care of her, even dote on her some.

So when she spoke to Xiao Yi she deliberately put on a wronged, coquettish look.

To show her own importance among these people in the warehouse, and thereby get a higher status.

All of this was a conclusion she had reached after two days of careful thinking.

From the analyses she had seen from those feminist bloggers on Weibo, ordinary men, especially loser men, were least able to bear their own woman acting wronged and coquettish, and being fierce and spoiled!

If she could shed a few tears, a goddess like her would necessarily be able to make this loser Xiao Yi sink completely, and slowly become obedient to her in everything, gentle and considerate.

As long as Xiao Yi was captured by that set of goddess-acting methods of hers and became her bootlicker, then from then on she could enjoy the feeling of being a queen in the apocalypse to her heart’s content!

But Xiao Yi did not do what Ling Xueya had thought, rush to apologize like a bootlicker and actively offer food and water asking for her forgiveness.

Xiao Yi only turned his head and glanced at Ling Xueya, cold and without feeling, and said coldly, “Are you talking to me?”

Ling Xueya heard a thread of ice in Xiao Yi’s tone. Remembering what Xiao Yi had done before, Ling Xueya suddenly shuddered all over.

But remembering those words from the pastoral-feminist bloggers on Weibo, Ling Xueya firmed up again.

Ling Xueya deliberately wiped her tears, rolled her sexy waist up to Xiao Yi, pressed against Xiao Yi’s arm, and complained, wronged, “You dead man, did you forget me? These two days I missed you to death. If you still didn’t come, and your woman starved, what then…”

Finished, a rush of satisfaction moved in Ling Xueya’s chest. “Loser bootlickers all like a goddess like this, don’t they? Xiao Yi, today I’m definitely going to conquer you and make you be my bootlicker like a good boy!”

The corner of Ling Xueya’s mouth lifted slightly. She believed the pastoral-feminist bloggers’ words without a doubt!

SMACK!! A loud slap rang through the warehouse.

Xiao Yi slapped Ling Xueya hard with no warning at all.

“When did I allow you to talk to me like that? What do you count as? You’re only a dog I keep. And you dare talk to me like that?” Xiao Yi said it with a cold smile. “Kneel.”

Ling Xueya stared at Xiao Yi in disbelief and dropped to her knees, shaking.

Xiao Yi took an iron chain out of the pouch, tossed it to Ling Xueya, and said, “Put it on yourself!”