Seducing and Flirting with Boss O While Stockpiling in the Apocalypse (GL) - Chapter 17

“Then go back and grab your clothes first.”

Nan Shuwan spoke first, breaking the silence. She didn’t question the truth behind Luo Sheng’s words; instead, she went along with it to give her an out, no matter how clumsy and full of holes the excuse was.

Because she wanted to see exactly what Luo Sheng was up to.

Luo Sheng nodded and stopped trying to explain. She hurried back next door, picked out a set of loose clothes at random, and returned to Nan Shuwan’s home once again.

She hadn’t expected to enter 1502 twice in one day. Her mindset, however, was vastly different from this morning. Earlier, it was because Nan Shuwan’s hand was injured; entering to buy medicine for her was a natural progression. But now, she was the one taking the initiative—and she had used an absurd reason at that.

That’s right, she had lied.

As Luo Sheng entered the bathroom clutching her clothes, her expression became troubled. She didn’t think Nan Shuwan was so foolish that she couldn’t see through her amateurish excuse, but this behavior made it very easy for the other woman to misunderstand—to think she was doing this specifically to get close to her.

She had been cold and dismissive toward Nan Shuwan before, so this sudden reversal of roles felt incredibly awkward. Luo Sheng found it very difficult to adjust.

She rarely bathed in someone else’s house—almost never, in fact. A faint floral scent drifted through the bathroom; it was the smell of shower gel. Various towels were arranged on the hanging racks. Luo Sheng knew these were all Nan Shuwan’s personal things.

For some reason, her face began to flush, like a splash of red blooming across clear water. Although both she and Nan Shuwan were women and there was no fundamental difference, she was, after all, an Alpha, naturally predisposed to be attracted by an Omega’s scent.

She suppressed the strange feeling in her heart and took the ring off her finger. Her purpose for coming today was certainly not to bathe. If it truly was related to blood, would she need to obtain Nan Shuwan’s blood again to re-enter the space?

It was already nearly six in the evening. She had to sign in before midnight, or the twenty days of accumulation would likely go to waste.

Time was running out. Before rinsing off, Luo Sheng tried to trigger the space with her mind again. It was still useless. She had no choice but to wash up hurriedly, emerging from the bathroom in less than five minutes.

But when she came out, Nan Shuwan was nowhere to be seen. Luo Sheng searched anxiously and found that the woman had gone into the kitchen. Nan Shuwan was rummaging through the refrigerator; seeing Luo Sheng come out, she said apologetically, “I cut most of the fruit for Qiao Bai earlier. There are only two apples left now.”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to go to so much trouble.”

Despite her words, Nan Shuwan still prepared to peel them. Her pale, slender fingers gripped the apple as a few stray strands of hair fell across her face. Her beautiful features looked even more exquisite partially obscured by her hair. Looking at her silhouette, Luo Sheng was suddenly reminded of her own mother.

It was hard to imagine that she would one day see a gentle, domestic aura on Nan Shuwan.

The woman’s hand was still wrapped in gauze, and the blade was very close to her fingertips. Right now, it would only take someone giving Nan Shuwan a gentle push from behind, and that sharp tool would easily slice her finger, drawing out more beads of blood…

This thought flashed repeatedly in Luo Sheng’s mind. Unknowingly, she had walked up behind Nan Shuwan. She held her breath, hesitating as she slowly reached out her hand. Just as she was about to touch the woman’s back, Nan Shuwan suddenly turned around. “Do you… walk without making a sound?”

The other woman had clearly been startled, showing a look of alarm. Luo Sheng withdrew her hand as if snapped out of a trance, shocked by the sinful thought she had just harbored. She abruptly retreated a few steps, her eyes trembling, her expression filled with trepidation. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Nan Shuwan stared at her intently, her gaze carrying a hint of scrutiny. This strange feeling was growing stronger—what exactly was wrong with this person today? She was acting so impulsively; she didn’t seem like her usual self at all.

Luo Sheng’s skin, freshly bathed, appeared particularly supple, a pale pink hue showing through the white. Combined with her previous fumbling behavior, she looked more like someone whose face was red from a guilty conscience.

Nan Shuwan turned back around and let out a soft breath. “It’s fine. Go sit in the living room. I’ll be there after I peel these.”

“Oh… alright then.”

Luo Sheng fled the kitchen. Sitting on the sofa, her heart was racing. She had done nothing yet, but she felt a sense of guilt as if she had already committed a crime.

The cold air from the air conditioner above blew directly onto her forehead. Luo Sheng’s mind began to race once more—what on earth should she do?

This was all just a guess. What if this wasn’t the way to re-enter the space ring? She would be wasting time here for nothing.

But there was no other way right now. No one was there to point her toward the right path; she had to figure it all out slowly on her own. Although she felt powerless and frustrated, she had to give it her all and persist until the very last moment.

In her previous life, she hadn’t seen her mother even once at the very end, and she couldn’t even make a phone call. In this life, she had spent so much effort stockpiling supplies because she wanted to survive with her only family. She didn’t want it all to come to nothing.

As a myriad of thoughts swirled in her head, she saw that Nan Shuwan had already come out. Luo Sheng looked quite restless on the sofa. The other woman handed her an apple. “Try it, it’s quite sweet.”

Luo Sheng took it and bit into it. It was indeed very crisp and sweet.

Nan Shuwan sat down right next to Luo Sheng, leaning against the sofa as she munched on her apple. Neither of them spoke for a long time until Nan Shuwan finally said, “Don’t you think it’s too quiet like this?”

Luo Sheng looked at Nan Shuwan silently, her eyes conveying a question mark.

But it was indeed a bit stifling—just sitting there, not talking, without a sound. Someone who didn’t know better would think they were competing in a meditation contest.

Thinking of this, Luo Sheng decided to start a conversation to lay some groundwork—after all, she still had to find a way to re-enter the space. But after thinking for ages, she didn’t know how to act friendly. Finally, when she opened her mouth, the first thing she said was, “Are you hungry?”

Nan Shuwan found the remote and turned on the TV. It happened to be a scene where the leads of an idol drama were kissing passionately. She froze for a second and instinctively changed several channels until the laughter of a variety show host filled the room; only then did she feel at ease.

However, she hadn’t quite heard what Luo Sheng just said, so she asked, “What did you say?”

Luo Sheng had to repeat herself. “Are you hungry?”

Looking at the time, it was already 6:30. It was indeed time for dinner. But today had passed too quickly; it felt like lunch had just ended not long ago. She had napped in the afternoon, Qiao Bai had visited, and the day was already gone.

“I think I’m okay.” Nan Shuwan touched her stomach, which was full of fruit, thinking Luo Sheng was truly strange. Why ask if she was hungry all of a sudden?

She looked over. Luo Sheng was currently wearing a large black T-shirt with her hair in a high bun. Her skin was excessively pale; one could even see the blue veins on her slender neck.

“Why, are you hungry?” Nan Shuwan looked away and changed a few more channels. “Since you’ve already showered, if you want to eat, you can just go back. It’s fine.”

Go back? She certainly couldn’t go back now. Luo Sheng’s goal was to stay in Nan Shuwan’s house for as long as possible. Being thick-skinned wasn’t actually that hard for her; after all, she had worked in sales.

“I meant to say…” Luo Sheng hesitated for a moment but eventually spoke. “If you’re hungry, I can cook for you.”

As soon as she said this, Nan Shuwan’s hand on the remote tightened its grip. She really couldn’t hold it back anymore; her gaze toward Luo Sheng became profoundly intriguing.

Nan Shuwan’s long, curled lashes fluttered, and her eyes were filled with deep curiosity. All these days, she had tried every method to get closer to this person to be friends, and she hadn’t moved her heart even an inch. Yet now, she was running over to her house to shower and proactively offering to cook for her.

All these signs combined made Nan Shuwan develop the illusion that Luo Sheng was currying favor with her.

But it was so clumsy. In just a few short hours between the morning and afternoon, she seemed to have become a different person. Like a sudden plot twist in a novel, no matter how she thought about it, it felt off.

And she could see that Luo Sheng had been Tense ever since she walked through the door.

Thinking of this, Nan Shuwan leaned in closer, her gaze deep, as if trying to see right through her. Luo Sheng was so nervous she didn’t dare move.

Suddenly, the corners of those fox-like eyes hooked upward. She stared at her, her voice trailing off with a playful tone. “Miss Luo is so proactive today, I’m truly flattered…”

Nan Shuwan’s voice was exceedingly charming, and even the air seemed to be wrapped in a rich, intoxicating scent, carrying a deeply seductive undertone. An ordinary person would fall into an irreversible trap with just one glance.

A vixen. This woman is truly a total vixen.

Luo Sheng turned her head away, refusing to look at her, and then said seriously, “I just wanted to thank you again for what happened today. Don’t overthink it…”

Her expression was very solemn, like a monk without desire who couldn’t be tempted. But that “don’t overthink it” betrayed a hint of her thoughts; she was clearly protesting too much.

Nan Shuwan slowly pulled away and leaned back lazily on the sofa. “In that case, I’ll graciously accept then.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Luo Sheng actually stood up and went to the kitchen to start cooking. Nan Shuwan glanced over at her, then propped up her chin with a calm, composed air. “The food is in the fridge. It was all bought yesterday, and there’s not much variety. Pick whatever you like.”

Nan Shuwan was in a good mood now. Regardless of the reason, Luo Sheng’s drastic change in attitude was a good sign.

She observed the woman’s cold features and thought to herself: It seems even an icy personality has the potential to melt…

Luo Sheng always buttoned her collar to the very top. Even in this weather, she always wore dark tones, wrapping her fine figure quite tightly.

Is this what they call the “ascetic style”?

However, based on their interactions lately, she was starting to feel more and more like a “closet” flirt.

At this thought, Nan Shuwan couldn’t help but chuckle softly, the curve of her lips deepening.