Nomad translation – Future
[Male rivalry + irresistible heroine + extreme-cold disaster apocalypse]
Lu Ying had a serious case of princess syndrome.
She was wilful, self-centred, irresponsible, loved pretending to be innocent, and was extremely vain.
She was, without question, a full-blown princess-syndrome patient.
One day, she finished reading an extreme-cold apocalypse novel. She had just posted a review criticising the author’s writing as utter nonsense and complaining that the cannon-fodder supporting character who shared her name had been written like a complete idiot:
“She was stupid enough to open the door for her boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend and let the woman move into her villa… Then she personally watched the ex-girlfriend hug her boyfriend for warmth and sleep in the same bed as him.”
The moment Lu Ying posted the comment, she transmigrated into the cannon-fodder character from the novel.
She checked the date.
There was only one week left before the extreme-cold apocalypse began.
Lu Ying recalled the ending of the saintly supporting character in the original story.
The warm fortress she had painstakingly built was taken over by her boyfriend and his ex-girlfriend—the shameless pair of adulterers.
Then, when she was caught off guard, they pushed her out into the snow, where she eventually froze to death.
Lu Ying wrinkled her nose.
She did not break up with the scumbag.
Instead, she thought about his face, his body, and the remarkably strong genes in his family that seemed to produce handsome men generation after generation.
Then she decided to make the scumbag invite several of his male cousins over to the house.
Who cared whether he wanted to hug his ex-girlfriend for warmth?
Lu Ying snorted.
Once the heating equipment stopped working, she planned to rely on those men to keep herself warm and alive.
As for whether they would agree?
Lu Ying looked at the devastatingly beautiful face in the mirror, which was practically identical to her own, and crossed her arms with cold arrogance.
…
On the tenth day after the extreme cold arrived, the scumbag could no longer bear to leave his ex-girlfriend outside and opened the door for her.
Lu Ying did not react much.
She merely glanced at him, then gracefully walked over to his older cousin.
With perfect confidence, she ordered, “Hold me. I’m cold.”
The scumbag: “?”
The scumbag flew into a rage.
“Little Lu! You’re my girlfriend!”
Lu Ying was already wrapped in his cousin’s arms.
She looked at the scumbag calmly, stretched out one bare foot, and raised her brows meaningfully.
Her expression clearly said: Yes, you may warm my foot.
The scumbag: “…”
The ex-girlfriend: “…”
He swallowed his anger.
Under the predatory gazes of the surrounding men, all of whom were staring at that foot, he stepped forward and carefully held it between both hands.
“I’ll warm it.”