Chapter 91

Chapter 91

In early May, after completing another round of intensive training, Cheng Jing's team received a field mission:

They were to head to a small town several hundred kilometers away from the base. It was said that after being cleared previously, the infected had begun gathering there again, and there were suspicions of survivors being trapped.

The night before, the base had received a distress signal, but it was quickly cut off, making it impossible to confirm the situation.

A regular military team stationed nearby had already rushed over, so this special ops team only needed to link up with them.

They would likely be away from the base for three to five days.

Since they would be operating alongside others, it wouldn’t be convenient to retrieve items from dimensional storage at any time. Additionally, there was a possibility of splitting up, so they could only carry personal supplies in their fixed backpacks.

Thus, Jiang Nian specially prepared lightweight yet sufficient supplies for his teammates.

Aside from regular rations, the compressed biscuits and medication tablets Cheng Jing had personally collected before the apocalypse, as well as some concentrated energy-boosting drinks, came in handy.

"All packed. You can give these to Sister Qian and the others tomorrow morning."

After packing the supplies, Jiang Nian dusted off his hands.

On the sofa, Cheng Jing, who had been studying the route map, looked up at him:

"Good work."

"So..."

Jiang Nian walked over and sat beside him:

"Brother Jing, why don’t you ask Zhou Li and Yang Kai again? Get me on the team."

He really wanted to go!

Nothing beats field experience. Since their last outing, he had trained diligently every day, and his superpower's effective range had increased by 80 meters, now reaching a diameter of 280 meters.

If he could join this mission, he might even push past the 300-meter mark.

Cheng Jing patted his shoulder:

"No, I already asked. Regs don't permit anyone outside the rescue team for this operation. Stay home and be our quartermaster."

This was true—it was an official mission, after all.

Of course, he didn’t have full authority over such operations, so he didn’t want Jiang Nian coming along either.

"...Alright."

This was already the third request. Seeing that it really wasn’t possible, Jiang Nian gave up and rested his chin in his hands, idly watching the map with him.

A moment later, he pecked a kiss on Cheng Jing’s cheek:

"What time are you leaving tomorrow?"

Since things settled down after the apocalypse, they had hardly been apart, so it felt weird.

"We’ll gather at HQ in the morning and set off after checking in. Shut down early in the afternoon and stay home. If you need anything, go to Uncle Li or Yang Kai."

Cheng Jing felt the same way but kept it to himself. If he could pocket Jiang Nian or stash him in dimensional storage, he’d keep him close at all times.

Jiang Nian nodded with a smile:

"Relax, I’m a grown-ass man. You don’t need to worry about me when you’re out there—just stay safe."

After a pause, he cupped his boyfriend’s face with both hands and said seriously:

"Jing, remember our deal. No matter how shitty things get out there, you have to tell me immediately. And don’t forget to apply the bionic skin patches—can’t hurt to be prepared."

The so-called bionic skin was a type of patch that closely resembled real human skin in thickness and appearance, only with greater elasticity and toughness.

Before the apocalypse, it was sometimes used for special effects makeup.

Sounds kinda lame, but it works surprisingly well—once applied, it felt just like one’s own skin, without all the clunkiness of regular armor.

The reason he had prepared such things was because, in his past life, he had heard from Xia Weiwei and others that these patches helped avoid minor scrapes and infection risks.

Since the heat means showing more skin, better play it safe.

"Mm, I know."

Cheng Jing nodded. Worst case? A zombie bite or some life-or-death shit.

If he didn’t know about Jiang Nian’s rebirth or his Purification Superpower, he’d probably keep it bottled up. But now that he knew everything, he would definitely tell his lover immediately.

No matter what, in this lifetime, he was determined to grow old with Jiang Nian. Making his loved one happy—that was something only he could do right.

If he were gone, all that love’d just be some overgrown weeds on a grave.

"..."

"Smooch~"

Jiang Nian’s eyes crinkled with a smile as he pecked him quick on the lips.

The next second, Cheng Jing tossed the blueprint aside, flipped him over, pinned him to the couch, and took his mouth like it was his.

The sun had just set, casting a dim golden glow through the window, throwing their tangled shadows against the wall.

A few days apart meant they were gonna go all out.

Plus, with how busy they’d been with the shop lately, their intimacy had been less frequent. So, fueled by the ache of separation, things quickly escalated beyond control.

From the living room to the bathroom, then from the bathroom to the bedroom.

Jiang Nian decided when it started, but when they stopped was Cheng Jing’s call.

The idea of days apart just made Cheng Jing hungrier. When the man in his arms started squirming for mercy, he smirked and muffled him with a hand:

"C’mon, just cry it out—you’ll be fine."

God, that look—it wrecked him.

Back when they first got together, winning Jiang Nian over had felt like holy triumph, making him behave properly, too scared to push his luck.

It wasn’t until they broke up that he regretted not wrecking him properly.

So... in short, back then was back then—now? Total freak.

He’d write a whole essay of regret later, but fuck it, he’d repeat every second.

The most important thing is that Jiang Nian wouldn't blame him.

"..."

Every time Brother Jing lost control in bed, Jiang Nian felt completely drained.

So, the next day, while his teammates had already left the base, he was still dead to the world in bed.

It wasn’t until the farm planner he had previously commissioned called:

"Mr. Jiang, we’ve finished the farm blueprints. If you’re free, let’s meet and discuss it."

"..."

Jiang Nian glanced at the time and said:

"Alright... How about this—come to the storefront after lunch, and if possible, we can sign the contract then."

The efficiency of people who get things done is impressive.

He’d figured they’d all take some downtime after finishing a project, and with the preliminary assessments for the farm, the construction team wouldn’t start until June at the earliest. After all, he wasn’t in a hurry. He hadn’t expected it to be this fast.

"Got it, thank you for your trouble."

The other party politely hung up after speaking.

Jiang Nian sat up, looked down at the mottled marks on his chest, and froze for a moment. Men—always a damn distraction—otherwise, he’d be racking up points by now.

Ugh, blame Brother Jing for this.

"Huff..."

He stretched, turned off the air conditioner, and left the room.

They say the early bird gets the worm, but since he didn’t get up until the sun was high today, Jiang Nian had no plans to open for business today.

After absentmindedly eating something, he dragged himself to drive to the storefront.

Whether it was stamina or vitality, Brother Jing—that damn incubus—had drained him dry. The post-coital slump left him feeling completely wiped.