Chapter 137

Chapter 137

*Thud—*

With a soft collision, Cheng Jing held Jiang Nian firmly down beneath him. In the darkness, only their suppressed breaths intertwined, the air thick with restless heat.

"Brother Jing..."

Jiang Nian's voice quivered slightly. He never put on airs in front of Cheng Jing, but he was genuinely too nervous to get wild in this situation.

Even though the tent was zipped and locked from the inside, he couldn’t help worrying that Xiao Qi might hear the commotion and come pawing at the tent—after all, their clever, anxious fur baby was always around.

"Sweetheart, don’t be nervous. I just want to touch you..."

After a long kiss, Cheng Jing held him close, catching his breath, savoring how pliant he was in his arms.

There were many ways to comfort each other—sometimes just an embrace or a lingering kiss was enough to soothe the heart.

Of course, for them, in their fiery honeymoon phase, things tended to get a little more intense.

Because he had once lost Jiang Nian, even now, living side by side, Cheng Jing occasionally still clung to that fear of losing him again.

"Mm."

Jiang Nian knew full well his boyfriend was using this as an excuse, but he indulged him anyway.

The result? Because he dodged one kiss, Brother Jing ended up gnawing on him like spicy duck neck until midnight.

His lips were numb, and his head spun from lack of oxygen.

As the soft glow of the nightlight returned to the tent, Cheng Jing straightened his clothes before pulling him into a side embrace.

"Nian Nian... don’t be mad, okay?"

"Not mad. Just lightheaded from lack of air."

Jiang Nian squinted as he replied. How could he stay mad? As if he’d dump him over this?

"Your lung capacity needs more training."

Cheng Jing adored the rare sight of the little rascal being so obedient in his arms.

After having his way, he still acted cocky. Jiang Nian couldn’t resist rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, it’s my fault for getting kissed breathless. Next time, let’s switch positions—you let me try being on top."

He refused to believe many people could handle such relentless demands!

*Pfft—*

Cheng Jing chuckled, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"Get some sleep. We’re going home tomorrow. I’ll let you take the reins then."

Not agreeing to such a request immediately would just mean he had no game!

"..."

Jiang Nian’s eyes lit up.

"Really?"

"Of course."

Cheng Jing nodded with a roguish smirk.

"..."

Unfortunately, due to dizziness and dim lighting, Jiang Nian didn't notice anything amiss. Instead, after serious consideration, he said:

"Never tried it before, but my skills should be decent too... Maybe you'd like it, Brother Jing."

A man's gotta have confidence.

He knew it was normal for couples to switch positions occasionally.

Back when he was pursuing someone, he willingly laid low. Now that they're together and basically an old married couple (not that they're actually married), heh heh heh...

"Ahem..."

Tch, not on the same page. Brother Jing raised an eyebrow and patted him:

"Time to sleep, it's late."

"Mm, goodnight."

...

'Woof woof woof—'

'Woof woof—'

'...'

With Xiao Qi joining in, the team gained a new morning alarm clock.

Just another day in the apocalypse began like that.

After breakfast, the team started a full sweep of the logistics park.

With drones and Xiao Qi assisting, progress was swift. In the morning, they focused on salvaging intact shipping containers, and in the afternoon, they concentrated on cracking open packages.

Moreover, with Xiao Qi around, they avoided many biohazards from spoiled food.

Efficiency was high, and the harvest was substantial.

Parcels were like loot boxes—they contained everything. Just the food category alone maxed out the remaining space in Jiang Nian's ring space:

Various instant snacks, noodles and staple foods, vacuum-sealed ready-to-eat meals, as well as beverages, sauces, and condiments—the variety was dazzling.

Among them were plenty of weird viral food trends and local specialties.

For instance, there was a can of fish that Jian Cheng kindly tried to open for Xiao Qi, but the smell alone made Xiao Qi and the whole crew gag.

The poor pup was so upset it kept nuzzling into Zhou Rongbin's arms.

Let's just say, respect the effort, but hard pass.

Aside from food, the rest of the items were handled by Brother Jing and the others—essentials, home appliances, tools, and so on. Pretty much anything useful in daily life was there.

Among them, what surprised them the most was finding half a ton of uncontaminated, sealed fertilized soil.

A total of 20 bags, each weighing 50 pounds.

In the heavily polluted wasteland, such soil was even more valuable than food.

Fertilized soil is artificially modified fertilizer soil tailored with precise pH balance, rich in nutrients and trace elements required for planting.

This half-ton quantity could grow quite a lot. If mixed with purified ordinary soil, it would be enough to cover one or two acres of land.

After collecting the half-ton of soil and unpacking various miscellaneous items, they filled both Cheng Jing's ring space and the empty spots in the team's vehicles.

During this time, several waves of wandering zombies appeared, but Xiao Qi detected them immediately, making disposing of them effortless.

Xiao Qi was quite skilled at dealing with zombies—pouncing, lunging, and chomping with swift precision, severing their heads in one go.

It even knew that ordinary zombies' energy cores were in their heads, so after biting them off, it would directly bring them to Zhou Rongbin, who then instructed it to hand them over to Cheng Jing.

By sunset, the day came to an end.

Over dinner, they debriefed about the supply run and would head back to the base early the next morning.

Cheng Jing gave his standard report on the situation at the logistics park to Zhou Li. They'd scored big, and there were still plenty of items left—if sorted properly and brought back, they would serve as excellent materials for base construction.

"..."

It was still early, so Jiang Nian pulled Cheng Jing outside the park. After taking out a few wandering zombies nearby, he said:

"Brother Jing, my superpower's effective range has exceeded 400 meters."

"That's fast progress. My Nian Nian is something else."

Cheng Jing praised him sincerely, genuinely happy for him.

"Uh..."

Jiang Nian turned red from the praise and hesitated before carefully asking:

"I want to try pushing my superpower to its limit to see exactly how far it can reach. Brother Jing, can you watch my back?"

With the intense training over the past few days, he felt that going all out once could lead to significant improvement.

Though he had used this method to level up before, he had always subconsciously pulled punches—partly due to a lack of security when alone and partly because there was no do-or-die situation.

So, he wanted to fully go all in and test his limits with Brother Jing by his side.

With only their team around, there was no risk of being noticed by any hostile parties.

"Pushing your superpower to the limit can cause psychic backlash, and it’ll be absolute hell."

Cheng Jing wasn't having this reckless plan.

Jiang Nian patiently explained:

"It's fine. My superpower is Purify, which has certain built-in safeguards... I can handle it."

After what I've been through, this was nothing.

Cheng Jing frowned:

"Nian Nian, there’s no need to rush. Ease up. No need to go nuclear."

"Brother Jing..."

Jiang Nian stopped walking and looked at him:

"I understand what you mean, but I’m just itching to know. I want to know the true limits of Purify—how far it can go in purging the infection... whether it can directly save infected people."