Is This Something a Person Would Do?
When Jun Yueyue woke up, she opened her eyes groggily. The first thing she saw was a pale, slender neck covered in bruises and bite marks. Just that small exposed section alone looked so tragically battered that it was almost unbearable to look at.
Scratch marks overlapped with teeth marks. Some places had bled, and after a night had passed, they had already turned into mottled scabs. It was clear just how wild the person who had scratched and bitten him last night had been—utterly inhumane, honestly.
Jun Yueyue sobered up a little. Her gaze followed the scar-covered neck of the person whose back was facing her, drifting downward, and her breath caught for a second.
She had thought the neck already looked miserable enough, but she had not expected the back to be even worse—covered in crisscrossing bloody marks.
Further down was a waist with faintly indented lines. There were fewer wounds there, finally allowing her to glimpse how delicate and soft this person’s skin was. Especially that line at the back of his waist—it was simply perfect. It disappeared beneath the loose, messy quilt. She could already see the dimples at his lower back, yet not a single bit of fabric was visible. One could imagine that under the quilt, he was definitely not wearing a single thing. As long as she lifted it just a little, she would be able to—
Suddenly, the person with his back to her shifted slightly.
Jun Yueyue immediately held her breath, not daring to make a sound for fear of waking the person beside her. Fortunately, he soon stopped moving. Jun Yueyue’s face turned bright red from holding her breath, and only after a long while did she slowly let out a sigh.
Because of that interruption, the urge to reach out and lift the quilt was thankfully cut off in time.
After Jun Yueyue exhaled deeply, the memories of last night came flooding back completely. A series of restricted-rated scenes played one after another before her eyes. Her mind instantly began buzzing, as if a hundred little people were banging gongs and drums inside her head, jolting her fully awake.
She remembered now. All the marks on the person beside her had been made by her.
Dear heavens, was that something a human should do?! He was disabled! And he was the male supporting character in the book!
Jun Yueyue deeply questioned and condemned her own morals for a while. Then she realised that, after struggling for five years in the apocalypse, she had already eaten her morals as meals long ago.
Just last night, she had inexplicably transmigrated into a book. Although shocked, she had quickly accepted such an absurd situation.
After all, nothing was better than being alive. She had struggled to survive in the apocalypse for five years, been abandoned by her closest relatives, betrayed by friends, personally seen dead people still walking around and eating humans, and witnessed herself mutate into a Muscular Barbie sturdier than a gorilla—strong enough to cave in an adult man’s skull with a single punch.
After all that, what else in this world could possibly be impossible for her to accept?
She had died and transmigrated into a book, that was all. What was so strange about that? Life in a book was great. There were no flesh-eating zombies!
As for this book, she had only read it because she had been bored out of her mind and because an older woman on her team had strongly recommended it. After the apocalypse, civilisation had regressed. There were no electronic products anymore, and flesh-eating zombies were everywhere. The only entertainment left, apart from the most primitive pleasure of applauding for love, was truly not much. Besides, survival itself was already hard enough. When people could not even eat their fill, who would have the strength for that kind of physical entertainment? Reading books was actually already an extremely luxurious pastime.
Jun Yueyue had picked up this novel, titled “The Counterattack of the Disabled Girl from a Wealthy Family”, after returning from a mission with an injured leg. The team leader had told her to rest in the room. She was in so much pain that she desperately wanted something to distract herself, so she reluctantly picked up the book and read it through gritted teeth.
However, the essence of humanity was truly “it smells so good after all.” The plot was so dramatically melodramatic that its twists could practically fling a person into dislocation. And because the book was rare and precious, it even had missing pages, making the plot discontinuous. Yet unexpectedly, it was incredibly addictive. Jun Yueyue read it with both agony and delight, her emotions surging along with the love story between the male and female leads. Although she was a Muscular Barbie, although she could knock down one little kid with each punch, she still had a long-dead maiden’s heart!
The only unpleasant thing was that the female supporting character who died the most miserable death was named Jun Yue, which sounded exactly like her own name.
But that did not affect her obsession. After staying up for two nights, she finished the already page-shedding book. Her injury had not healed yet, and she had not even returned the book when she was sent out on another mission. This time, because of her leg injury, she accidentally fell behind the team and was cleanly devoured by the zombie brothers and sisters.
In the end, when she opened her eyes, she was not in the Hall of King Yama. Instead, she had arrived inside this book. It took Jun Yueyue less than half an hour to figure out that she had transmigrated into the novel.
Because the plot point she had transmigrated into was simply too classic, too melodramatic, and too satisfying in its sheer absurdity. It was the famous scene where the vicious female supporting character, who was madly in love with the male lead, wore a ghost-like white dress and, in the dead of night, shamelessly went to deliver soup to the male lead in an attempt to curry favour with him!
One had to know that in the original plot, this vicious female supporting character, Jun Yue, whose name sounded the same as hers, had gone so far as to marry the male lead Fang Anyan’s deaf-mute older brother, Fang Anyu, just so she could get closer to Fang Anyan. In name, she was Fang Anyan’s sister-in-law!
Wasn’t such deranged sister-in-law literature irresistible?! That was why Jun Yueyue remembered this part especially clearly.
By coincidence, she had transmigrated right at this plot point. Her mind was frantically trying to sort out the plot when, in a daze, the nanny stuffed a bowl of soup into her hands. She carried it all the way to the door of Fang Anyan’s room.
To be honest, Jun Yueyue had been a little excited at the time. After all, she had read the book and quite liked the male lead’s character setting. This could be considered meeting the real person behind the ship she had been invested in.
So, with a certain indescribable feeling in her heart, Jun Yueyue knocked on Fang Anyan’s door. She had not been thinking of doing anything. She purely wanted to see him.
But when the door opened, Fang Anyan stood leaning against the doorway with a gloomy expression. After glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, the corners of his lips curled into the cold, thin, yet charming sneer described in the book, and the first thing he said was:
“Are you fucking done or not?”
Jun Yueyue heard a crack in her heart.
Do not misunderstand. It was not her heart breaking.
It was that, after meeting her ship in real life, she had chipped a tooth.
That was not even the end of it. Next, Fang Anyan mocked her with cold sarcasm. Every word, openly and indirectly, accused her of being an unvirtuous woman for coming to find him like this.
However satisfying Jun Yueyue had found it while reading, experiencing it in person was just as damn awful. She could tolerate everything else, but calling her unvirtuous?
Damn it, was the male lead living in the Qing dynasty?!
Besides, she was an untouched maiden. The only time she had ever held a man’s hand was when she was rescuing a teammate. She was so pure she was clearer than a thin pancake, so how exactly was she unvirtuous?!
So, in her anger, Jun Yueyue tilted her head back in front of Fang Anyan and drank the bowl of soup herself. She decided she was done shipping the real-life version. Under Fang Anyan’s stunned gaze, she wiped her mouth and turned straight back to her own room.
Up to this point, everything had still been normal, righteous, kind, positive, friendly, harmonious…
But Jun Yueyue had not expected that the soup… had been drugged. And the drug was ridiculously strong.
When the drug started taking effect, she roared wildly in her heart: Why is it this kind of drug?! Such a melodramatic, satisfying plot point was never written in the book!
Later, when she had already started looking for an antidote and felt comfortable enough for some of her rationality to return, she remembered.
Damn it. That section had missing pages.
Back then, when the famous scene had not connected properly, she had even gone specially to the older woman who lent her the book to ask for the missing pages.
At the time, the missing plot she had imagined was a blatantly obvious seduction scene. She had not expected that her brain was still far too pure after all. This was actually the classic must-have drugging trope of novels!
As for how the drug was resolved—just look at Fang Anyu, the male lead Fang Anyan’s deaf-mute older brother, lying beside her. His body was covered in marks, the sun was already shining high enough to warm their backsides, and even with closed eyes one would know it was already midday, yet he still could not get up.
Jun Yueyue quietly covered her face and observed Fang Anyu through the gaps between her fingers. The more she looked at the injuries on his body, the more she felt that she was inhuman.
The more she looked, the more she felt that… last night had actually been pretty good.
Cough. Her thoughts had wandered.
However, to Jun Yueyue, even though she had never slept with anyone before and was a genuine untouched maiden, sleeping with someone once was not that big of a deal. To her, the seriousness of it was probably about the same as… eating a meal.
In the apocalypse, women who had not mutated and men in poor health were mostly in weak positions. They had no way to survive, and many sold themselves. Sleeping with someone once in exchange for a full meal was far too normal. Anyone who had survived two years into the apocalypse and was not a mutant had become more open-minded than the next person. As long as it could be exchanged for food and drink, people used whatever they had. If there was still something others wanted from them, that itself was capital for survival.
Jun Yueyue, meanwhile, was a mutant. She could barely eat her fill and was a muscle-bound Muscular Barbie. No man treated her like a woman. After all, beautiful men and women, cheaper than a potato, were everywhere. They would come with a crook of a finger. Who would be mentally ill enough to feel desire toward a muscular woman?
There were men who sold themselves too, but Jun Yueyue was a low-level mutant. The food she earned was often not even enough for herself, so she had no time for fancy nonsense. Besides, after looking in the mirror twice, she knew that before mutating, she could at least be considered a delicate-looking young girl. After mutating, blue veins bulged on the skin of her face, and apart from her head, every other part of her body had grown four times larger on average. She genuinely looked frightening.
Also, she was not very good at controlling her strength. If a mutant got too worked up, it might cost someone their life. And people all said that once you tried that sort of thing, you would become addicted. She could not sleep with one man and then change to another every time. Not only would that waste food, it would also be far too wasteful of men.
Even if she did not have some great ambition to save humanity, and even if she did not possess the universal love of the Virgin Mary, she still could not go so insane as to slaughter her own kind just for that little matter.
So up until now, this was the first time she had slept with someone.
Jun Yueyue felt a little guilty. Lying on the bed, she thought about what she should do later. After all, in her memories of last night, Fang Anyu seemed, probably, maybe, not exactly willing… because in Jun Yueyue’s memories, she had been on top the entire time.
And this was not the apocalypse. Even if Fang Anyu was deaf and mute, he was still a proper young master of a wealthy family. Obviously, sleeping with him once was not something that could be settled with a single potato.
Fortunately, the identity of this vicious female supporting character was also that of a wealthy young lady. Should she give money? Send gifts?
Jun Yueyue pondered for a while, then simply stopped thinking about it.
Speaking of which, after transmigrating here, Jun Yueyue had not yet seen what Fang Anyu looked like. Last night had been too chaotic. She had been focused only on doing things and had not paid attention to his appearance. She only remembered that his figure was quite good. That alone had already been impressive and exciting enough…
As she was thinking this, Fang Anyu seemed to wake up. With a muffled sound, he turned over again.
Jun Yueyue subconsciously wanted to get up, but after thinking about it, she decided she could not just run away after finishing the deed. That did not suit her style.
Her usual approach was: when something happened, solve it first. If she could not solve it, kill it. If she could not kill it, then run.
So Jun Yueyue turned her head to look at him.
Fang Anyu frowned and turned over with some difficulty. He did not seem fully awake yet, but after turning, he was now facing Jun Yueyue directly.
Strictly speaking, this was Jun Yueyue and Fang Anyu’s first meeting.
She had seen far too many zombies: all kinds of rotting faces, protruding teeth, heads split open, intestines spilling all over the ground. Her standards for human appearances had honestly already fallen to the lowest possible level. But when she truly saw Fang Anyu clearly, Jun Yueyue was still surprised.
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