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

Meng Lingyu traveled back from five years after the apocalypse. He only wanted to stock up on supplies, save his parents, tear up his former teammates, and seek revenge. He never thought that he would be able to pick up a girlfriend for free once he was reborn.

No matter how kind and innocent a person is, after five years of suffering in the apocalypse, experiencing the betrayal of friends, the death of close friends, the disappearance of parents, and all kinds of human darkness, they can no longer be pure and kind.

Meng Lingyu knew what kind of person she was, and she could not change it even after being reborn. She would always look at human nature pessimistically and be emotionally indifferent. Unlike what is written in many online works, it is impossible for someone to have such great energy and strong Holy Mother heart to save the world after being reborn from the apocalypse.

It will only make you more selfish.

Especially after the revenge is over, there will be a long period of emptiness.

But Meng Lingyu did not usher in emptiness.

A month before the apocalypse broke out, a new neighbor moved next door. She is a beautiful woman with tall legs, a thin waist, long curly hair, and beautiful red lips. She is also a lesbian.

Every point hits Meng Lingyu’s XP.

Even though she was single since birth, she has never had a crush on anyone.

When Meng Lingyu was busy hoarding supplies, he always paid attention to the new neighbor uncontrollably. It turns out her name is Song Qiao, she turns out to be 29 years old, and she used to be a dance teacher.

Her heart that had been silent for a long time began to beat, and Meng Lingyu began to look for any common topics that could be used to strike up a conversation.

She took Song Qiao to a gym near her home to exercise. She taught Song Qiao boxing and tennis. In constant contact, she becomes more and more greedy and sinking.

"Sister Song, I didn't expect you could cook." Meng Lingyu leaned against the kitchen door, looking down the back of Song Qiao's neck and down to her ankles.

Song Qiao turned his back to her, "You have to know these things when you live alone. Xiaoyu, your parents live upstairs, why don't they come with you?"

"Oh, I want some private space." Meng Lingyu explained casually.

After eating, she did not leave. "You were a little tired from boxing just now. Sister Song, let me massage you to relax."

Song Qiao looked at Meng Lingyu coming out of the kitchen to wash dishes and was stunned for a moment, "You can also massage?"

"Yes, I will." Meng Lingyu smiled innocently and harmlessly.

So Song Qiao lay down on the armrest of the sofa with confidence.

Meng Lingyu is about the same height as Song Qiao, about 1.7 meters tall. She looks thinner than Song Qiao, but in fact they are all hidden muscles. Her hands are beautiful, white and clean, with well-defined joints. At this time, she is pressed against Song Qiao's clothes. The back of the black pajamas is full of visual effects.

Pushing his thumb hard near the shoulder blade, feeling the warm skin under the thin fabric, Meng Lingyu lowered his eyebrows and asked softly: "Tell me if it hurts."

Song Qiao rested his chin on his arm and hummed in response.

The room became quiet for a while. The hands massaged along the spine, and then went to the neck, kneading the smooth back of the neck.

Before Song Qiao could speak, his hands left and were placed on his shoulders.

After a long time, Meng Lingyu carefully leaned down and got close to Song Qiao's thin ear, "Sister Song..."

The man seemed to have fallen asleep due to sleepiness and did not respond. It was already dark outside the window, and the clock hanging in the living room made a subtle clicking sound. In this extreme silence, Meng Lingyu smelled the scent of shower gel coming from Song Qiao's body just after taking a bath. There was dark desire surging in her eyes. But he could only restrain himself.

She gently brushed her lips against Song Qiao's ear, as if on purpose or inadvertently.

"I'm going home first..."

The entrance door made a slight sound, and Song Qiao slowly opened his eyes on the sofa.

She was lying on the sofa with a thin blanket covering her body, her ears were red and her eyes were dull.

"System, do you still have to sacrifice your life to do the task?"

[The host is joking, we are a serious system. 】

"But this face-faced heroine of yours is a bit unseemly..."

[This system didn’t notice it, it’s just you who is a prostitute seeing a prostitute. 】

Song Qiao couldn't tell who was being dishonest. There was something really wrong with the atmosphere just now.

Before she was bound by this bullshit system, she was just an ordinary dance teacher. For the first 29 years of her life, she had a smooth life. She had two love affairs that ended in failure, both of which were chased by others. Just when they wanted to try together, they broke up and said goodbye inexplicably.

It is simply unimaginable that this world will come to an end in a month, or that it will be a terrible end due to a zombie outbreak.

She has been relatively independent since she was a child. When she was 17 years old, her parents divorced and they started their own families. She was not wronged financially or emotionally. She has always been big-hearted and does not care about the traditional family model, and her relationship with her parents is relatively shallow.

There are two or three close friends who are scattered in various places as the years go by, and they may get together two or three times a year.

I thought my life would pass by peacefully like this, but who knew that such a fantasy story would come before my 30th birthday.

Based on the information given by the system, she resolutely resigned from her original city and moved across from the heroine Meng Lingyu to be her neighbor. She planned to build a good relationship with the heroine first, hug the heroine tightly after the apocalypse, and help the heroine establish a new world order. , and naturally the task was completed.

Meng Lingyu was indeed as the system said. He was a kind and simple boy. He was also very beautiful. He was her type.

No, she was led astray. In short, she always felt that Meng Lingyu's contact with her was a bit too ambiguous.

She is already 29, not 19, and she is not a fool. When she was in the gym, she was aware of those vague touches and subtle looks.

Not to mention the ambiguous atmosphere of the massage just now, and the kiss that Meng Lingyu brushed against her ear when parting.

Song Qiao felt like his heart was trembling.

"What if Meng Lingyu really likes me?" Song Qiao accidentally asked a question she was concerned about.

[Then let’s be together. Do you hate her? 】

Song Qiao shook his head, "No."

[Then do you like her? 】The system continues to ask.

Like it?

Like it.

Song Qiao is not a casual person, and all previous so-called relationships ended in a hurry after hugging him. If she hadn't had a good impression of Meng Lingyu, she wouldn't have tolerated his touch, let alone the kiss that went too far.

But liking is one thing, and accepting is another. She doesn't know Meng Lingyu well enough, and she doesn't want to get involved in a relationship too quickly. She likes to be in control and doesn't like to be passive.

Unfortunately, things like love never make sense.

A week before the end, the temperature dropped sharply and it rained heavily. Song Qiao let Meng Lingyu go because her best friend came from out of town and asked her to meet for dinner. The rain was too heavy and she couldn't make it back and couldn't go to the movies with Meng Lingyu.

After dinner, it was already nine o'clock in the evening. Song Qiao sent his friend to the hotel and then took a taxi back.

She drank a little in the evening and couldn't drive. It was almost ten o'clock when she got home. When she got out of the elevator, she saw the poor girl huddled at the door of her house.

"Why don't you enter the house?" Song Qiao was stunned for a moment and quickly stepped forward.

Meng Lingyu looked up at her, his eyes slightly red.

"My wallet is lost, and so are my keys." Her voice was hoarse, and Song Qiao's skin felt cold to the touch.

"Where are you upstairs? Where are your parents?" Song Qiao helped her up and entered her fingerprints to open the door.