Zhang Yi's impassive face instantly recoiled. "Cough... That's not what I meant," he stated, fully aware the youth was deliberately saying such things to distract him. But still...
Su Xiaomu calmly straightened his rumpled clothes, rubbing his sore shoulder. "Captain, luckily I'm not a girl. Otherwise... tsk tsk... even with your looks, being so rough wouldn't win you any favors."
"You... Who would like you?!" Zhang Yi's face flushed crimson. Meeting those pitch-black eyes made him avert his gaze instinctively. Then he thought, Why should I be embarrassed?! and glared back defiantly.
Su Xiaomu watched the usually icy captain turn into a ruffled cat with great interest. He'd only meant to divert the man's unnervingly sharp gaze, but unexpectedly witnessed this amusing scene.
"Oh... so the Captain does like me," Su Xiaomu said with an exaggerated look of realization.
This was a corner, not completely deserted. Someone happened to walk by just then, glanced at the youth, then at Zhang Yi, sneered contemptuously, and walked off with a cold snort.
Before the apocalypse, same-sex relationships were frowned upon. Only half a month into the apocalypse, societal views hadn't shifted that fast.
Zhang Yi's handsome face flushed even redder, rivaling a ripe tomato. Despite his privileged background and rigorous family training, he had no idea how to handle this situation.
Su Xiaomu understood the reason for the scornful look. He was male, skinny as a rail, with poor skin—hardly someone desirable, right?
Su Xiaomu lost interest in teasing him and turned to leave. Since these people wanted to use him for resources, he must have a place to stay. Zhang Yi bringing him out meant it was obvious who would be "monitoring" him.
Sure enough, Su Xiaomu hadn't taken more than a few steps when Zhang Yi caught up from behind, lips pressed tightly together, radiating cold silence.
Seeing people coming and going, Su Xiaomu stopped. "Captain, where am I staying?"
Zhang Yi crossed his arms, replying coldly, "Aren't you quite capable? Can't figure out your own lodgings?" His suspicions were confirmed; the grime on the youth's face was deliberately applied camouflage.
Su Xiaomu wasn't bothered by his coldness. "Captain, if I become unhappy, or if some... accident were to befall me, I wonder what the consequences would be?" His tone held no dissatisfaction, only a pointed question.
"Are you threatening me?" Zhang Yi's voice seemed to emanate from an ice cave.
Su Xiaomu shrugged innocently. "How could I dare, such a mighty Captain?" He adopted an exaggerated expression of fear.
"You..." Zhang Yi narrowed his eyes at the person before him. Who said the Su family heir was a useless waste? Who was this then?! The person before him differed from the photos he'd seen, but Zhao Sheng and the others hadn't mistaken his identity.
Before Zhang Yi could finish, Su Xiaomo instantly switched to a fawning posture. "Captain, I'm exhausted, I need to sleep. Please take me to my room?" His eyes shone brighter than a lightbulb.
Zhang Yi said nothing, walking ahead with a cold expression. He was regretting bringing this kid back. For some reason, he felt uneasy, a persistent sense of unpredictable trouble ahead.
He understood the other two men's motives. G City was an economic hub, lacking robust weaponry and defenses. They needed to strengthen quickly, or the danger would be immense.
The room here was different from the ones Su Xiaomu had seen earlier; it resembled a studio apartment, walls painted white. Click... The door was pushed open.
"Is this my room?" Su Xiaomu propped his chin, looking satisfied. Having a place like this post-apocalypse was already good.
The room held a bed, a few stools, a table... but why were belongings on the bed?!
Zhang Yi looked at him mockingly. "Did you think you'd get such a nice room?"
"Then..." Su Xiaomu deliberately drew out the word, feigning embarrassment.
"Sleep on the floor!" Zhang Yi felt he'd finally scored a point.
Su Xiaomu muttered to himself, "So the Captain hasn't given up on me after all?"