Transmigrating as a Cannon Fodder in the Apocalypse, Seducing the Mad Female Lead - Chapter 13

Emerging from the bathroom, Su Tang’s legs felt weak.

After drying her hair with a somewhat outdated hairdryer, she curled up in bed, feeling a little embarrassed about their recent candid bathing session.

However, this didn’t mean Su Tang disliked the Female Lead.

She simply wasn’t accustomed to such intimate contact.

Tucked under the covers, her fingers instinctively rested on Bai Yanxing’s soft abdomen, her fingertips pressing lightly, carrying a hint of flirtation.

“Su Tang…” Bai Yanxing murmured, her voice tinged with helplessness. She called her name softly, only to be met with an innocent, almost pitiful, cat-like gaze.

“You won’t let me hug you?” she asked. “But I’m a little cold.”

Bai Yanxing’s refusal died on her lips. She could only tug the blanket tighter.

“Fine,” she relented. “But keep your hands still. You’re like a lecherous cat.”

Su Tang raised an eyebrow, secretly delighted. The Female Lead was finally becoming less resistant to her touch. Before, she would quietly move Su Tang’s fingers away, but now she barely reacted, letting Su Tang hold her.

As the saying goes, “The closest pavilion gets the moon first.”

If she were a man, she couldn’t just hug the female lead and fall asleep so quickly.

Only by pretending to be a harmless green tea white lotus could she approach Bai Yanxing without restraint.

But Su Tang was genuinely exhausted today, and she quickly drifted off to sleep, her head resting against Bai Yanxing’s shoulder, her breathing even and soft.

It was clear she was in a deep slumber.

Bai Yanxing stole a glance at her, suppressing the turbulent emotions in her heart.

A girl’s first stirrings of affection are always silent. Bai Yanxing was acutely aware of this feeling within herself, but she refused to acknowledge it. She was the type who would rather bottle things up until they suffocated her than voice them aloud.

Yet, when she snapped back to awareness, she found herself already holding open her notebook. On the lined page, she had sketched a delicate profile of a girl.

Bai Yanxing’s father, Bai He, had been a university professor who dabbled in art during her free time. She had taught her how to draw sketches and capture the apocalyptic landscapes she witnessed.

In the past, she had used these skills to record everyday sights and sounds. But recently, a quick flip through the pages revealed nothing but portraits of a single girl.

Her slightly plump cheeks, the tip of her nose, her full lips, her delicate ears, and the moles scattered across her face.

Bai Yanxing guiltily closed the diary and shut her eyes, trying to sleep. She tried not to think about it, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she and Su Tang might become lovers.

Besides, Su Tang had given her that book—the one about two women. That must mean…

Su Tang was interested in her too, right?

After dwelling on these thoughts for hours, Bai Yanxing barely slept a wink all night.

Dark circles shadowed her eyes, but after the Apocalypse, she had grown accustomed to sleepless nights. Even after pulling an all-nighter, her mind remained sharp.

The person beside her was still asleep. Bai Yanxing leaned closer, and for some reason, she reached out and gently touched Su Tang’s slender eyebrow with her index finger.

The soft hairs seemed to tug at her heart.

But when the person on the pillow shifted slightly, Bai Yanxing startled awake and quickly withdrew her hand.

What are you thinking?

She silently scolded herself.

Bai Yanxing decided to sign up for a mission today—to kill some zombies and distract herself from these inexplicable feelings.

She had just gotten out of bed and changed her clothes when the person behind her stood up.

“Yanxing, where are you going?”

“Why aren’t you calling me by my name again?” Su Tang asked, her voice tinged with reproach as she wrapped her arms around Bai Yanxing from behind, pressing her cheek against her back.

“I’ve been cooped up in the Shelter these past few days,” Bai Yanxing explained gently. “Staying like this for too long isn’t good. If I don’t practice combat for a few days, I’ll get rusty.”

He was telling the truth. Her father had always said that a painter who neglects their craft for three days will regress. The same applied to archery. Without constant training and maintaining peak alertness, she risked losing her edge in the relative safety of the Shelter.

“Can I come with you?” Su Tang asked.

She had been selecting suitable weapons these past few days. A dagger was useful for close-quarters self-defense, but insufficient against all threats. Earlier, she had found the original owner’s self-defense weapon in a cabinet—a Browning Pistol, the iconic handgun featured in countless movies and TV shows.

Su Tang had never seen a genuine one before.

This showed how much effort Su Jianyu had put into protecting her daughter. Though ammunition was limited, it was more than enough for self-defense or clearing a path in critical moments.

But…

Su Tang had absolutely no confidence in herself.

She planned to practice a bit first.

Having transmigrated into an apocalypse novel, Su Tang had grown accustomed to the desolate landscapes of the end-of-days over the past few days, finally grounding her in the reality of her situation.

“You can do it.”

“I’ll protect you.”

Bai Yanxing omitted one crucial detail: yesterday, Su Tang could have risked her life to save Chen Bin.

But she hadn’t.

Because doing so would have exposed herself to danger.

For a complete stranger, that would have been foolish.

But for the girl standing before her, she would gladly take that risk. It wasn’t just because of the sleepless nights spent yearning for her, but also because this girl had saved her parents.

Love and gratitude.

The two most inescapable forces in the world.

Su Tang found a holster and clipped it to her waist. To be honest, she felt completely unprepared.

Without a system, she lacked the so-called supernatural abilities that were common in such stories. Though the zombies in this world were caused by the corruption of a vile Evil God,

by the novel’s climax, only one or two characters with minor divine powers would emerge, and they were all bosses. Thus, the original story primarily focused on the Female Lead’s path to revenge.

In short, the Female Lead got to enjoy all the overpowered advantages, not cannon fodder like them.

Even if you possess the truth, it’s useless if you can’t wield it—a waste of bullets.

“Yanxing, do you know how to use this?”

Su Tang hurried forward, grasping the Female Lead’s wrist. She felt the other woman stiffen momentarily, but Su Tang didn’t dwell on it. Instead, she presented the “Truth” in her hand to Bai Yanxing.

The gun’s pitch-black material and slightly damaged barrel revealed its age. Bai Yanxing nodded slightly.

“I’ve used one before.”

“I scavenged firearms from fallen guards, but… I never found any bullets. My parents were too weak, so I sold them to wandering merchants.”

In the Apocalypse, many skills had to be self-taught. Bai Yanxing had put in considerable effort to master the weapon.

“That’s perfect! You can teach me!”

Su Tang leaped with joy, rising onto her tiptoes to press a light kiss against Bai Yanxing’s cheek. She acted purely out of excitement.

After the kiss, both women froze.

“Ahem…”

Bai Yanxing lowered her head, covering the corner of her mouth with her hand to conceal the upward curve.

She was secretly thrilled.

But she would never admit it.