Apocalypse: I have a supermarket stocked with supplies
Chapter 382: She didn’t do it on purpose.

Chapter 382: She didn’t do it on purpose.

But she didn’t do it on purpose, she just couldn’t help it.

Who can hold it in?

It’s really hard to hold back laughter.

She really didn’t mean to.

However, Xu Jiaoqin thought too much, Su Yinhe was truly, purely moody.

She lived her life in the supermarket, always doing as she pleased.

Now she was free, she could do whatever she wanted, and she found it a bit hard to restrain herself.

It couldn’t be helped.

What’s the saying? Morality and quality are only supported by poverty.

Now that she wasn’t poor, her sense of morality and quality were gone.

Not that they were completely gone, but almost.

As long as you’re happy, that’s what matters.

Don’t overthink it.

Just live happily each day.

Su Yinhe felt quite happy now, she was very free, able to act according to her mood.

She didn’t want to make herself unhappy.

Hmm...

Occasionally, Lin Murong would make her unhappy, and she’d hit him straight away.

She used to have a good temper, but Lin Murong was just too annoying, she couldn’t hold back at all.

She really couldn’t.

So she would start hitting.

After hitting him, she felt happy.

Lin Murong should be happy too.

Hmm...

"No, why would I be happy getting beaten up?" Lin Murong was shocked when he occasionally learned of her thoughts.

Why would he be happy?

He wasn’t a masochist.

"I think you looked pretty happy." Su Yinhe said with an innocent face.

Lin Murong: "???"

"No, tell me clearly, when was I happy? I’m asking you, when? Which of your eyes saw me being happy? Clarify!" Lin Murong insisted, demanding an explanation.

"I saw it with both of my eyes," Su Yinhe pointed to her own pair.

Lin Murong: "..."

"You... you... you did it on purpose." Lin Murong looked at her, feeling the urge to curse her out, suspecting that she was just messing with him. He was angry, wanting to swear.

But as the words were about to come out, he suddenly remembered, he ate Su Yinhe’s food, lived in Su Yinhe’s house, wore... Su Yinhe’s clothes... basically, everything was Su Yinhe’s.

He really didn’t seem to have any ground to curse at anyone.

"You... I... forget it. I’m just ranting." Lin Murong went back and forth with "you" and "I" for quite a while, his head almost going bald without coming up with anything to say.

He was tired.

Really tired.

Did he really look like a masochist?

"I... am so annoyed," Lin Murong scratched his head.

"Don’t be annoyed, there will be plenty more to worry about later. If you get annoyed with everything, what will you do if you go bald? You’re not exactly thick-haired as it is," Su Yinhe said in an attempt to comfort him.

But her attempt was almost worse than not saying anything at all.

Lin Murong looked at her, still wanting to curse.

See, this is why you need to be independent. Otherwise, you can’t even curse when you want to.

You can only sulk by yourself.

"Okay, I know you want to curse me," Su Yinhe patted his shoulder; Lin Murong’s expression was pretty obvious.

Just one look and she knew how he was cursing her in his mind.

But it didn’t matter, as long as he didn’t say it out loud, she could pretend she didn’t hear.

Lin Murong: "..."

"I’m just thinking about it," Lin Murong said bitterly.

Not being able to curse directly was bad enough, but weren’t even his thoughts allowed?

"Then go ahead and think. Thoughts are free," she said.

"Can’t I really curse directly? Galaxy, you’re so generous, couldn’t you..." Lin Murong gave her a hopeful look.

Su Yinhe’s face turned cold in an instant.

"No."

"Oh."

"Go stand over there, stop bothering me." Su Yinhe raised her fist; she wanted to watch her dramas.

"Oh. I’ll leave, you play. Play as much as you want, and when you’re tired of Chi Yan, you can come back and play with me," Lin Murong nodded, his face forlorn.

Su Yinhe: "???"

No.

What does Murong mean by "play"?

"Get lost, get lost, get lost. You’re so outrageous."

"Get lost, I’m getting lost right now. You want to play with him, don’t need me anymore, huh? I get it." Murong got lost.

Su Yinhe watched him, felt he got lost, but not entirely.

It was like she’d been played for a fool.

Right now, she had the feeling of punching into cotton, powerless.

Maybe...

Should she drag Murong, who just got lost, back and hit him a few more times?

Su Yinhe was thinking.

She really wanted to do that, but it seemed somewhat immoral.

Although she wasn’t very moral right now, she wasn’t completely devoid of it either. There was a tiny bit left.

She could do as she pleased, but not too much. Doing as she pleased too much made her slightly uneasy with her conscience.

After all, one should have a little bit of... well, something.

Su Yinhe thought about it for a long time and decided to let Murong go after all.

The Murong who rolled away had no idea that he was nearly dragged back for a beating.

After Murong left, Su Yinhe continued watching her melodramatic show.

Watching the show, watching the show made her happy.

Only the new character in today’s episode, why does he seem so annoyingly petty, somewhat like a shadow of Murong...

Hmm...

A bit angry.

Not watching anymore.

Su Yinhe turned off the tablet.

Angry, she needed to vent on someone.

As for whom...

Now, who was worthy to be her venting tool?

Naturally, it was Chi Yan.

Chi Yan was also very willing to help.

Knowing she was in a bad mood, he cut fruit for her, told her stories, sang for her...

Speaking of which, Chi Yan could really sing.

"Not bad at all," Su Yinhe complimented him while looking at him.

"As long as you like it," Chi Yan said as he touched her head.

"Like it? How could I not like it? It’s exactly my thing." Su Yinhe nodded vigorously.

"As long as you like it. I was just afraid you wouldn’t," Chi Yan said with a smile, his eyes seeming to hook her’s when he did.

"Like, like, how could I not like it?" Su Yinhe was seduced by him, pouncing directly.

"Love it so much, sing it again. Can you sing it a bit more... with flair?" Su Yinhe boldly made a request.

"Normally, that wouldn’t quite work. But since you want to hear it... for you, I’m willing to satisfy," Chi Yan promised with a smile.

Then he sang for her again, this time with as much flare as required. To what extent?

Listening to it, Su Yinhe got so excited she had a nosebleed.

A bit embarrassing.

But that wasn’t the most embarrassing part.

The most embarrassing part was that she rubbed it all over Chi Yan’s clothes.

And Chi Yan’s clothes just happened to be white.

The fresh red bloodstain was especially glaring on his clothes.

Su Yinhe: "..."

Ahhh.

For the first time, Su Yinhe felt an urge to bury herself.

What was she doing?

What was she doing?

What had she done?

She was going crazy.

Su Yinhe wanted to slap herself to death.

How could she... just get a nosebleed from watching?

How could she?

So embarrassing.

Wanted to dig a hole and bury herself.

Su Yinhe covered her face.

"It’s okay, it can be washed," Chi Yan said with a light chuckle seeing her like this.

"But... blood stains... they seem a bit hard to wash out," Su Yinhe said, her face covered, not daring to look at him.