Kuai Chuan: I really don’t want to be a villain

Meng Lingyu feels that he is the happiest person in the world.

After encountering death in the apocalypse, you can be mysteriously reborn and return to before the apocalypse begins, with the opportunity to make up for your regrets and save your parents. I also met a beautiful, gentle and lovely sister, my heart-beating sister, and what was even happier was that her sister seemed to like me too.

Your best friend is right next to you, and your loved one is right across the street.

It would be better if there was no apocalypse.

This luck was soon broken when the news reported a volcanic eruption in the country of Garni, and the date was exactly as she remembered it. For a moment, she didn't know whether to be grateful that she had prepared in advance, or to be sad about the gloomy fate of mankind.

"The end of the world?" Song Qiao looked at Meng Lingyu in surprise on the park bench.

Meng Lingyu looked a little nervous, holding the armrest of the bench tightly with his right hand, "Yes, I...I have been dreaming about it for a long time. I think it may be true. The Garni volcano also erupted the day before yesterday."

Song Qiao didn't speak for a long time, and Meng Lingyu's heart continued to sink. Sure enough, no one would believe her. She would be regarded as a neurotic. What would Song Qiao think of me? Her eyes were slightly red.

Suddenly, the left hand on one side was held. Meng Lingyu looked up and saw Song Qiao's serious face, "It must be very hard, having such terrible dreams all the time."

It was hard to describe what she felt at that moment. Meng Lingyu only felt that the world seemed to become brighter, and only Song Qiao's delicate and beautiful face and the love in her eyes were left in her eyes.

By the time she reacted, she had already hugged Song Qiao tightly.

"Do you believe me?"

"of course."

Meng Lingyu was so moved that her eyes filled with tears. She couldn't see the calmness in Song Qiao's eyes who was holding her. It definitely had nothing to do with gentleness.

Song Qiao, who was vaguely aware of the suppression, looked at the sky not far away, with a smile on his lips. Sure enough, after she was reborn with Meng Lingyu, there was nothing the plane could do to her.

Next, on the surface, Song Qiao and Meng Lingyu prepared supplies together and discussed the survival plan after the apocalypse. Secretly, they collected intelligence and paid attention to the changes in the surrounding personnel. She did not believe that no other predators would come.

The reason why Meng Lingyu did not choose to leave the city was, on the one hand, because the community where her home is located is some distance from the city center with the largest population, and the roads are more convenient if she wants to leave. The other aspect is to improve her strength. The reason why she was strong in her previous life was because she fought out of the city center and absorbed enough crystals.

The survival rate of going to remote resorts is greatly improved, but the strength is also restricted. The end will not end in a month or two months, but in a year or two. The weak will still be eliminated in the end.

The irony is that two days before the end is Valentine's Day, and the streets are crowded with lovers. Song Qiao and Meng Lingyu also choose to go out for a stroll in order to relieve their tension.

They watched a movie like an ordinary couple, had a candlelight dinner, and went to the riverside to watch the fireworks.

The moment the fireworks exploded, Meng Lingyu looked at Song Qiao's side face looking up at the sky, and suddenly felt that his timidity was ridiculous.

She didn't want to wait any longer.

This moment is fine.

"Sister Song." She called softly.

Song Qiao turned to look at her with calm eyes.

"I like you, can you be my girlfriend?"

Another huge blue firework bloomed, reflected behind Song Qiao, and bloomed in Meng Lingyu's eyes.

He couldn't tell what he was feeling in his heart. He was a little sour, a little sad, and a little happy. Song Qiao looked at Meng Lingyu intently, and his gaze made Meng Lingyu feel a little complicated. However, the complexity only lasted for a moment. The next moment, Song Qiao laughed, and she took a step forward and approached Meng Lingyu.

"Of course, I've been waiting for a long time, my little girlfriend."

In Meng Lingyu's disbelieving eyes, Song Qiao gently stroked her eyebrows and said, "You can kiss me, idiot."

The kissing beauties were enough to attract attention, but whether it was because of the beauty of the fireworks or the faintly flashing fox pattern on Song Qiao's hand, no one came to disturb them.

Meng Lingyu didn't go home that night, so she went to Song Qiao's place.

When you love someone, you don't want to leave the other person for a moment. The wind blows the curtains, and the moonlight shines into a corner. The corners of Song Qiao's eyes are bright red, and her fingers are clasped with Meng Lingyu. Her raised chin forms a beautiful painting.

The moonlight was bright and bright outside the window, but the thunder kept roaring.

Song Qiao turned over, covering Meng Lingyu's eyes with her palms, and gently licked the red mole on her neck, causing the other party to tremble and moan.

Meng Lingyu's long hair was scattered on the bed, and sweat rolled down her forehead. She was young and ignorant, and was taught and guided by Song Qiao to complete this soul-touching blend.

The next day.

Meng Lingyu was awakened by the vibrating phone. She stretched out her hand from the quilt. Her originally fair and clean arm was mottled with several tooth marks.

"Hey……"

Meng Lingyu's voice was extremely hoarse. When she heard the voice from the other side, she finally sobered up a little. He glanced carefully to the side and lowered his voice when he saw that Song Qiao was still awake.

"I know today is your birthday... Didn't you agree to come to my place for dinner? I prepared a gift for you."

"Well, I'll type it up and tell you later."

After hanging up the phone, Meng Lingyu pressed a warm body against his back, and Song Qiao's hoarse voice sounded in his ears. "who is it?"

Meng Lingyu's heart beat like a drum. Everything last night was vivid in her mind. She swallowed, "It's Nangong Wan." She answered honestly.

"Hmph..." Song Qiao snorted and said nothing more.

Meng Lingyu couldn't figure out her mood, so she turned around carefully and hugged Song Qiao, "Did I disturb you..."

"Sleepy, keep sleeping." Song Qiao closed her eyes.

So the two hugged each other and continued to sleep.

I woke up again because I was hungry and it was one o'clock in the afternoon. Meng Lingyu remembered the phone call in the morning. Today was Nangong Wan's birthday. In order for Nangong Wan to be with her, she asked her to spend her birthday here.

It's time to go out for dinner and then go to the supermarket to buy some ingredients.

Song Qiao was no longer visible on the bed. Meng Lingyu sat up and saw Song Qiao walking out of the bathroom, wearing silk pajamas that were hung loosely around her body. The exposed skin was covered with red and ambiguous traces.

Naturally, Song Qiao saw it when she was taking a shower. She glared at Meng Lingyu, found a set of clothes from the closet, and said, "Go take a shower."

By the time Meng Lingyu came out of the shower, Song Qiao had already changed her clothes and was boiling water in the living room.

"How about we go to the supermarket later?" Meng Lingyu asked.

"Celebrating Nangong Wan's birthday?" Song Qiao asked.

"Yes, tomorrow is the day when the end comes." Meng Lingyu looked a little unhappy.

Song Qiao paused while drinking water. She thought of the thunder last night and was sure and certain that something was going to happen on the plane. "Don't think too much, just do your best and obey fate." She comforted her.

After returning from the supermarket, Meng Lingyu spoke to her parents and took Song Qiao back home. Song Qiao has been there several times during this period. Both Meng's father and mother have met her and they all like this sensible and beautiful girl very much.

Hearing that it was for Nangong Wan's birthday, Meng's mother volunteered to go to the kitchen to help. Meng Lingyu and Song Qiao could only help.

Time soon came to night, and Nangong Wan rushed over after get off work, and also picked up a cake from the cake shop at the entrance of the community.

Although this was the third time she met Song Qiao, Nangong Wan couldn't help but sigh that her best friend has really good taste! ! She even wants to bend for the beauty!