A Fussy Doomsday Survivor: What Do I Do After Ordering Around a Powerful Brother and Sister?

It was the fifth year of the apocalypse, and I was still widely known as a useless pretty face.

My husband had just finished killing zombies, yet he knelt at my feet to massage them. His younger sister hurried off to make milk tea.

Watching the two of them seethe in silence, I contentedly narrowed my eyes, until a string of comments floated across my vision:

[I'm dying. This drama queen still doesn't know? Goddess Lin Wei has saved her husband three times already!]

[During the next zombie horde, Chen Jin will personally throw her to the zombies and choose the more valuable Lin Wei instead.]

[Little Yueyue is even worse. In the end, she'll trade her for a crate of supplies.]

My smile froze.

I lowered my head. Two similar faces stared up at me, equally bewildered.

I hurriedly pulled my feet back and forced the gentlest smile I could manage.

"N-no need to wait on me... I'll do it myself."

Husband: ?

Sister: ?

Joking aside, if I kept acting up, I'd lose my life.