Rebirth Stockpiling: The Little Girl Sweeps Through the Apocalypse-Chapter 470

Xiao Feng’s eyes bore into Nie Yizhou’s, unwilling to miss even the slightest shift in his expression.

Nie Yizhou bristled instantly.

“Who’s jealous?! Definitely not me!”

Same old stubbornness…

Watching him deny it so frantically, Xiao Feng found it amusing, his lips quirking slightly.

Then, with solemn sincerity, he explained, “I didn’t accept that girl’s feelings. She’s not the one I like.”

His eyes locked onto Nie Yizhou’s, as if carrying a thousand unspoken words.

Nie Yizhou squirmed, pursing his lips.

“What does it matter to me whether you accepted or not? It’s not like I’m your—mmph!”

Before he could finish, Xiao Feng’s face suddenly loomed closer.

Their lips pressed together firmly!

Nie Yizhou: !!!

His eyes widened.

His brain short-circuited entirely.

Who was he?

Where was he?

What was happening?

The heat of Xiao Feng’s lips was intoxicating—soft, searing, impossible to resist.

Their breaths mingled audibly, their heartbeats syncing in a fierce, adrenaline-fueled rhythm.

Only when he felt like he couldn’t breathe did Nie Yizhou snap back to reality.

He shoved Xiao Feng away.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

Gasping for air, his emotions in turmoil, his face burned crimson, his ears scorching red.

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He was a man!

And another man had just kissed him!

“You didn’t like it?” Xiao Feng’s brow furrowed slightly.

He hadn’t expected Nie Yizhou’s reaction to be so intense.

Nie Yizhou blurted without thinking, “Of course not! I’m a guy, you’re a guy—what kind of nonsense is this?!”

The moment the words left his mouth, he regretted them.

But spoken words, like spilled water, couldn’t be taken back.

Xiao Feng studied him with a heavy gaze.

“I see.”

After a long pause, he left with those words, shutting the door behind him.

Watching Xiao Feng’s retreating figure, Nie Yizhou wanted to say something, but the words stuck in his throat.

He dragged a hand through his hair in frustration.

Self-reassurance kicked in: I’m not wrong. I’m straight! I like women—especially the long-legged, curvy, devil-waisted ones!

Yet, sleep eluded him.

He tossed and turned all night, his mind a mess.

Xiao Feng’s face kept flashing in his thoughts.

And… that sudden, scorching kiss—soft, warm, lethally tempting.

For the next month, the two barely spoke.

At the sight of each other, they’d find excuses to leave.

Once inseparable, always bickering, now they acted like strangers.

Until the day Lu Chen approached them.

“There’s a shipment of supplies for the Northern Base. You two are in charge of delivering it.”

Normally, it wouldn’t have been their task.

But everyone had grown tired of their endless avoidance and wanted to force them into a situation where they’d have to talk.

After all, they lived together and needed to work as a team—this constant tension was exhausting for everyone else.

The moment Lu Chen finished speaking, two voices rang out in unison.

“Not going.”

“Not going.”

Their synchronization was uncanny.

They glanced at each other, then snorted and looked away, ignoring one another.

Lu Chen rubbed his temples.

Finally, he made the call.

“You’re both going.”

With ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‍that, he walked off, leaving no room for argument.

Xiao Feng: “……”

Nie Yizhou: “……”

In the end, they boarded the helicopter together.

The atmosphere inside had never been so icy.

Neither spoke a word the entire flight.

Nie Yizhou, usually so talkative, nearly choked on his own silence.

When they arrived at the Northern Base, they were greeted by a striking female officer.

“Xiao Feng, let’s verify the supply list.”

She walked over, clipboard in hand, and the two began checking the inventory.

From behind, they looked like a perfect match—both radiating a rugged, powerful energy.

Nie Yizhou slammed a crate onto the ground with unnecessary force.

Hmph. Why am I breaking my back hauling supplies while he’s over there laughing it up?

Ugh!

What a jerk!

And he had the nerve to kiss me!

He scrubbed his lips roughly with the back of his hand.

Xiao Feng noticed.

Both froze for a split second.

Nie Yizhou shot him a glare before turning away, sulking as he continued working.

A faint smirk tugged at Xiao Feng’s lips.

He played it cool, resuming the inventory check with the officer.

Once the supplies were unloaded, they didn’t linger. They boarded the helicopter and took off immediately.

Xiao Feng piloted; Nie Yizhou sat in the co-pilot’s seat.

The silence between them was thicker than before, charged with something unspoken.

“What did you think of that woman earlier?” Xiao Feng suddenly asked.

Nie Yizhou gritted his teeth. “What does it matter to me?!”

Why was he even asking?

He wasn’t interested in her!

“Just curious.”

Xiao Feng left it at that.

Nie Yizhou waited for him to continue, but the abrupt end left him itching with irritation.

Like ants were crawling under his skin.

Unable to hold back, he huffed, “What, you’re into her?”

The words dripped with resentment.

As if he’d been wronged.

Not that he noticed.

Xiao Feng’s lips twitched. Casually, he replied, “Wouldn’t rule it out. She’s got a great personality, good looks, and most importantly—”

Nie Yizhou couldn’t take it anymore.

“Enough!” He squeezed his eyes shut, raising his voice. “I don’t care! Like whoever you want—no need to tell me about it. I’m going to sleep!”

Why’s he even talking about this?!

Who asked him?!

So annoying!

Just as his frustration peaked, the air around him shifted.

He opened his eyes—only to find Xiao Feng’s face inches from his.

In the next second, Xiao Feng grabbed his collar, yanked him forward, and kissed him again.

Nie Yizhou: !!!