You’re Quite Something
Of course, it wasn’t because Fang Anyu was unattractive. On the contrary—even just seeing most of his face beneath those curls, eyes still closed, already far exceeded expectations.
Jun Yueyue had seen plenty of handsome men. In the apocalypse, looks were the cheapest bargaining chip in exchanges. Later on, men even took pride in having more scars, as proof they went on missions often and were reliable.
Clearly, there was no one like Fang Anyu in this world.
Someone who, at a single glance, felt as clean and untouched as a blank sheet of paper.
He hadn’t opened his eyes, but his eyelashes were long—not particularly thick, yet still casting small fan-like shadows beneath them. His skin was so clear that, aside from the rough marks Jun Yueyue had left the night before, there were no noticeable flaws.
But he didn’t count as the kind of “handsome man” in Jun Yueyue’s eyes. His features were too gentle and soft, lacking even a trace of the sharpness one might expect from a man. As he slept, his temperament was tranquil, like a flower in a greenhouse. Though he was tall, he gave the impression that once that protective covering was removed, even the slightest breeze could make him wither.
Only his lips, perhaps from the warmth of sleep, held a faint pink hue. Slightly pressed together… they looked almost inviting, as if asking to be tasted.
Jun Yueyue didn’t usually examine people this closely. But the situation they were in was too unusual—both lying down, their pillows so close—so she found herself taking a few extra glances.
And because she remembered how those lips had been biting down all night, leaving her without a taste, it felt only natural that she now wanted to try.
After all, he was asleep. Stealing a kiss was perfectly normal. As for what came after—he wasn’t awake yet, so there was no rush. When debts pile up, one more doesn’t matter.
So Jun Yueyue leaned closer…
But before she could touch him, their breathing had grown too close. Fang Anyu, already sleeping lightly, suddenly frowned slightly and opened his eyes.
That made things awkward.
Jun Yueyue froze. Fang Anyu didn’t move either. He simply blinked, his just-awakened, slightly confused eyes meeting hers at close range.
After a while, the haze in his eyes faded. They widened bit by bit, like a rabbit being choked, startled and tense. Jun Yueyue, who had been about to speak, said nothing instead, watching his reaction with interest.
She had expected a scream, an accusation, or even a slap—classic scenes from novels. But in the end, she was disappointed. Fang Anyu was deaf and mute. No matter how shocked he was, or how panicked he became as he recalled the events of the previous night, all he could do was stare silently. In his own world, within his own perception, a storm raged—unseen by others.
Jun Yueyue watched as he stared for a while, then gradually stopped. There was no extreme reaction, no slap. Instead, he slowly bit the corner of his lip, got up, clutching the blanket around himself, and moved to the other side of the bed, his gaze searching along the bedside for his clothes.
When Jun Yueyue saw him biting his lip, she felt an inexplicable restlessness. As he got up, the blanket still not properly covering him, the view from behind was completely exposed. Acting like a total hooligan, she let out a whistle.
The whistle was long and winding, something she’d learned from a team leader they used to follow while scavenging for supplies. Jun Yueyue had spent years mixed in with men—no one ever treated her like a woman. After her mutation, even her periods had stopped. Among the strength-type mutated men, some even had bigger chests than hers. Over time, she stopped seeing herself as a woman altogether. She’d picked up all the rough, unruly habits of a brute, more “manly” than most men—except for lacking one thing.
But just as there was once “playing the lute to a cow,” now there was “flirting with the deaf.” Fang Anyu, with his back to her, didn’t hear a thing. He was completely focused on finding his clothes, spotting his shorts at the foot of the bed.
He was in an extremely awkward situation. Half the blanket was wrapped around him, while the other half covered Jun Yueyue. If he went to grab his shorts, he couldn’t exactly snatch the whole blanket away—so that meant going over there naked…
Fang Anyu couldn’t hear or speak due to an accident in childhood. It didn’t affect his intelligence, but it did slow his reactions somewhat—he processed things more slowly and had a longer response time than most. Physically, however, there was nothing wrong with him—Jun Yueyue had confirmed that the night before. And so, this morning, what should stand upright still did, making it inconvenient for him to move.
So one sat while the other lay—one watching with amused interest, thoroughly enjoying the view, the other silently biting his lip over and over, sitting stiffly.
Jun Yueyue quickly noticed how unusually shy he was. It had been many years since she’d seen something like this—especially in the apocalypse, where men would laugh at modesty. But in this world, seeing that kind of reaction on Fang Anyu didn’t feel out of place. Especially the way he bit his lip—it was so striking it made people want to tease him.
She was the type to act on impulse—when she wanted to pinch him, her hand was already reaching out.
Fang Anyu sensed her moving closer from behind and immediately stiffened even more. Jun Yueyue reached out and pinched his ear, then simply leaned against him.
It had been fine while she lay still, but once she moved, she realized that although her body wasn’t bruised, it felt incredibly sore and weak. Her waist felt like it might snap, and her legs trembled as if she’d done far too many squats.
The sensation was both novel and infuriating. Ever since her mutation in the apocalypse, she never experienced muscle soreness—at most, she’d get injured, and even then she healed faster than normal people. This feeling of complete physical exhaustion, like she’d just been beaten all over with a stick, was something she hadn’t felt in a long time. So she simply leaned on Fang Anyu for support.
She didn’t think much of it, but Fang Anyu was incredibly tense. The truth was, for a long stretch of the previous night, he’d been completely dazed, unable to understand why someone who had always treated him coldly would suddenly insist on being with him. She had made it clear long ago—she married him only to get close to An Yan, and sooner or later, she would divorce him.
Fang Anyu might be slow, but he wasn’t stupid. He understood his family’s situation, and the Jun family’s as well. As the eldest son of the Fang family, he hadn’t done much over the years to contribute. Though he was unwilling, he still agreed to the marriage at his parents’ insistence.
After Uncle Jun passed away, the two daughters of the Jun family couldn’t shoulder the burden, which was why they were in such a hurry to find a marriage partner to manage the company. But it was obvious Fang Anyu wasn’t capable of that, so everyone could see what this woman’s intentions were.
She had confessed to Fang Anyan before, and Fang Anyu had even witnessed it. It was only because Fang Anyan refused that she proposed marrying him instead—just to use him to get closer to Fang Anyan. Fang Anyu understood this clearly.
But the marriage solved the Fang family’s urgent problem. This was the only thing he could do for them. He thought he just had to wait for her to bring up divorce—but who knew if she’d gone mad last night after being provoked by his younger brother.
Fang Anyu clutched the blanket, his lashes lowered, unable to make sense of it.
Last night was one thing—but what was this supposed to be this morning?
After leaning on him for a while, Jun Yueyue moved a bit and felt slightly better than when she’d first woken up. She got up, brushed aside her long, troublesome hair, slipped back into the white dress from last night, then walked to the foot of the bed. Without hesitation, she picked up Fang Anyu’s shorts and tossed them to him.
When Fang Anyu reached out to catch them, they had already fallen onto the blanket. He looked up, his expression strange as he glanced at Jun Yueyue.
“Put them on first. I’ll go wash up—we’ll talk later,” she said, completely forgetting he was deaf, and walked straight into the bathroom attached to the bedroom.
Fang Anyu got dressed, his brows slightly furrowed the whole time. Many parts of his body ached badly, and his mind was in chaos. He wasn’t used to thinking about complicated things like this, nor was he particularly good at it. It left him feeling troubled.
Jun Yueyue had only intended to wash up quickly. But when she turned on the shower—which hadn’t been used in a long time—adjusted the water temperature, and squeezed out a handful of shampoo, she happened to glance at the mirror.
The next second, she let out a startled yelp.
When she’d read the book, she hadn’t paid much attention to how this “vicious female supporting character” looked. She only remembered that the female lead, Jun Yu, was the pure, innocent type. As for this older sister, she was like Cinderella’s wicked stepsister—constantly opposing Jun Yu.
Because Fang Anyan had a close relationship with Jun Yu—they had shared a life-and-death bond as children—the book’s version of Jun Yue was consumed with jealousy. She would often mock Jun Yu openly, yet secretly imitate her—buying white dresses like the one she wore this morning and copying her long, straight black hair, all to win Fang Anyan’s favour.
But long black hair with a white dress… wasn’t that more like the classic ghost look?
And looking at the reflection now—this so-called “vicious female supporting character”—how did she look anything like the pure type? She was clearly of the seductive, alluring kind. And her figure…
No wonder she felt herself swaying when she walked—it was like she had two mountains hanging off her chest.
Then she looked down.
Damn—could a waist really be this slim?
Jun Yueyue lathered the shampoo into her hair and reached down to pinch what was now her own waist, stunned. This size—it was about the same as her arm before the apocalypse.
And her hips… wow.
She turned this way and that, examining herself for quite a while. For the first time since transmigrating here, she finally felt a bit happy.
With looks and a body like this, why compete with the female lead for the male lead? She was even a wealthy young lady—looking like this, even in the apocalypse, without any abilities, she could’ve easily survived by latching onto an ability user.
In high spirits, she even whistled at her reflection again. After quickly finishing her wash, she put on a bathrobe and walked out to the living room to get some water—only to run into Fang Anyu, who was also drinking water.
Fang Anyu, holding his cup, was about to walk past her. As Jun Yueyue poured herself a drink, she thought for a moment and asked,
“Is there anything you want? Anything at all—as long as I can give it, I will. And if I can’t, I’ll figure out a way. Consider it thanks for last night.”
Fang Anyu couldn’t hear, and he didn’t look at Jun Yueyue at all. With his eyes lowered, he walked past her toward the door. He had already missed breakfast and was so hungry it made him uneasy—now it was lunchtime, and the servants had already come to call him.
The problem was that Fang Anyu looked too “complete.” Unlike the visibly disabled people in the apocalypse, there was nothing about him that immediately revealed his condition. He had no obvious flaws, and interacting with him felt normal, so Jun Yueyue simply didn’t register that he was deaf and mute. Seeing him about to leave without a word, she held her cup in one hand and casually reached out with the other to grab him.
“Hey, I’m talking to you—don’t rush off,” she said, pulling at him without much thought. She caught the hem of his shirt. Used to large, forceful movements like a rough-and-tumble man, she didn’t hold back. Even though she was no longer a mutant, the strength of that pull still popped two buttons off his collar, and the water in her cup splashed onto his shirt.
Fang Anyu blinked, then slowly lowered his head. After that, he frowned slightly and looked at Jun Yueyue.
Jun Yueyue hadn’t expected the clothes to be so fragile. She set her cup down and reached out to fix his collar, but with the buttons gone, there was no way to cover it properly. The marks she’d left on his collarbone the night before were now clearly exposed, silently accusing her. Her mindset was still stuck in the apocalypse—after doing something like that, not giving anything in return was considered low, like freeloading. So she glanced at Fang Anyu and spoke a bit more sincerely.
“Really—you were great. I’m very satisfied. Whatever you want, just say it. Or I can just give you money.”
She had read the plot. The Fang family was indeed on the brink of bankruptcy. The male lead, Fang Anyan, had originally been proud—if not for the Fang family’s situation, how could he have gotten entangled with both Jun Yue and Jun Yu?
The story was about a marriage-first, love-later trope. In Jun Yueyue’s simple, blunt understanding, everything came down to money.
She spoke earnestly. In the plot, although she was the villainous supporting character, as the eldest daughter of the Jun family, she actually had far more accessible funds than Jun Yu, who was paralyzed from the waist down and confined to a wheelchair.
Tilting her head up, she only reached about Fang Anyu’s shoulder—quite petite. This body felt unfamiliar to her; in her previous life after mutation, she had always been the one looking down at others. But from this angle, she could clearly see his Adam’s apple move.
Aside from corpses, Jun Yueyue had never observed a living man this closely. Absentmindedly, she flicked it with her finger, then followed it with a light press, waiting for him to nod or make a request.
It tickled. Fang Anyu leaned back to avoid her hand, his expression confused, not understanding what she was doing now…
Jun Yueyue waited for a while but didn’t hear him speak. Instead, there was a loud *bang*—the door was kicked open. Standing outside was Fang Anyan, his face dark with anger.
“Jun Yue! What did you just say to my brother?!” His expression was stormy as he strode in with long steps.
What Jun Yueyue didn’t know was that, for people of their status in this world, asking someone what they wanted after spending the night together, or offering money, was something said only to those being paid. These days, even keeping a lover came with a sense of refinement—talking about money hurt feelings; people gave “gifts” instead. And now, she and Fang Anyu were nominally husband and wife. So no matter how sincere she sounded, her words came across as a sincere insult.
**Nomad**
The names are so similar it is confusing T_T
Leave a Reply