I Have a Post Apocalyptic Online Friend C14.2

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Chapter 14. Part 2

Lu Yuan stroked his chin, then said suddenly, “I remember you were as timid as a quail at first. How did you get so sharp-tongued?”

“You trained me.”

Since meeting Lu Yuan, she’d spoken more in the past month than in an entire year. She’d also become more assertive, daring to make demands on others. For instance…

“I cooked the meal, and you ate three-quarters of it. Shouldn’t you wash the dishes?”

“I’m injured.” Lu Yuan leaned back in his chair, feigning weakness.

“Your appetite doesn’t seem like an injured person’s.”

“It’s an external injury, not an internal one. I need to eat more to absorb nutrients and heal faster.”

Zhou An’an was speechless. She couldn’t bring herself to ignore his injuries, so she resigned herself to washing the dishes.

“What are those?” Lu Yuan pointed to three small pots by the car window.

“The flowers you specifically asked for.”

If he hadn’t mentioned it, Zhou An’an would have almost forgotten. She walked over to the flowerpots and began introducing them one by one.

“This is a daisy, my favorite flower. When it’s not blooming, it looks like a clump of weeds, but it produces so many dense flowers. Just looking at them makes you feel happy. And it’s practical too—you can dry the petals to make tea. This is a miniature rose. Its variety is called ‘Juice Balcony or Juicy Terrazza.’ See how its petals are orange-yellow? Doesn’t it look like orange juice?”

Lu Yuan nodded, then frowned at the last pot. “And this one? You call this a flower?”

“That’s a cactus! You must have seen them in movies, right? It might not be flowering now, but when it grows bigger, it can even bear fruit.”

Lu Yuan stared at the round, spiky plant, unable to find any affection for it. He pursed his lips and turned his attention back to the first two pots.

“They’re beautiful…”

He reached out to touch the delicate petals, and only then did Zhou An’an notice the many scars on his hands.

Life must have been incredibly hard in that world, she thought.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Zombies were chasing them, relentlessly slamming against the vehicle.

She quickly finished washing the dishes, returned to her seat, and resumed driving. That’s when she noticed Lu Yuan was now holding the miniature rose in his lap.

“That thing has thorns,” she reminded him.

Lu Yuan’s gaze on the flower was gentle. “These little thorns don’t scare me.”

She shrugged and focused on the road.

After leaving the national highway, the traffic thinned out until their vehicle was almost the only one left.

As they drove, the trees lining the road grew denser, eventually forming a wall over a hundred meters tall that sealed off the road from the outside world.

This forest was a famous scenic area. During college, students had even organized spring outings here.

At the time, Zhou An’an had no friends and spent every day after class working part-time washing dishes in the cafeteria. Naturally, she was left off the list.

She only remembered her classmates excitedly discussing the trip for days afterward, with many posting photos on their social media.

So this place is this huge… It’s like entering a primeval forest…

Dwarfed by the towering trees, even the bus seemed tiny.

One advantage of scenic areas was that the roads were exceptionally smooth.

Zhou An’an drove deeper into the forest until dusk fell, and the paved asphalt road ahead split into two dirt tracks.

“Let’s stop here,” Lu Yuan said. “The bus is too big. It could easily get stuck on such narrow roads.”

Exhausted from driving all day, Zhou An’an parked the bus under a camphor tree nearly twenty meters tall and two meters thick.

The camphor tree emitted a unique fragrance that repelled mosquitoes and had a calming effect.

She stood up and headed toward the back of the bus, Lu Yuan trailing eagerly behind her.

“Are you making dinner? What are we having? I think we should have more roast duck.”

She turned around, speechless. “Can I please take a shower first?”

Lu Yuan made an “OK” gesture and stepped back a few paces, motioning for her to go ahead.

With no zombies around, Zhou An’an felt safe enough to turn on the lights and enjoy a long, satisfying shower.

She felt more relaxed in the apocalypse than she had before.

Before the apocalypse, she was constantly busy with this and that, always on edge. Now, Lu Yuan was here, they had successfully relocated to a safe place, and the scenery was beautiful—it felt more like a vacation.

The only downside was having to sleep in the same compartment as Lu Yuan.

I should have insisted on building two separate rooms. The awkwardness is killing me…

She dried her hair, got dressed, and opened the door.

Lu Yuan was sitting on his bed, still gazing at the rose as if cradling a precious treasure.

A small lamp glowed by each of their beds. The warm yellow light illuminated his well-defined brows and eyes, his high-bridged nose, and… the massive beard that nearly reached his chest.

For a moment, Zhou An’an felt like she was looking at Leo Tolstoy.

“Are you sure you won’t consider shaving that beard?”

Her aesthetic sense could take it no more.

Lu Yuan finally released the rose and protectively covered his beard.

“You might as well ask me to run around naked.”

“…”

Zhou An’an, not nearly as shameless as him, conceded defeat. Deciding to just ignore the beard, she went to prepare dinner.

There was no roast duck; it spoiled too easily, so she’d only bought one portion.

Dinner was frozen dumplings with Spanish mackerel filling. Lu Yuan devoured them one by one, clearly enjoying them.

After eating, they each lay down on their beds and drew the curtains.

Zhou An’an tried to distract herself with her phone, but with no internet, she couldn’t even watch TV.

Suddenly, she remembered something. “Since you weren’t dead, why didn’t you reply to my messages?”

He’d made her worry sick.

Lu Yuan didn’t answer.

“Hey, are you there?”

She called out twice more with no response. Tiptoeing out of bed, she peeked through the curtain.

Lu Yuan was already asleep, his precious rose resting beside his pillow.

“Doesn’t he worry he’ll roll over and get his face pricked full of holes…”

Zhou An’an moved the flower to the floor, turned off the lights, and returned to her bed, putting on headphones to listen to her downloaded music.

In the darkness, Lu Yuan opened his eyes and silently moved the flower back.

Good night, he mouthed without a sound.

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