Su Wanqing is reborn thirty days before the apocalypse.
In her previous life, blizzards, floods, and acid rain battered the world one after another, until she froze to death in the ruins at minus fifty degrees.
This time, she has a tri-environment shelter that can shrink down, a daily automatic water supply, and a thousand cubic meters of space waiting to be filled.
She buys rice by the ton and medicine by the crate. From bargaining at the wholesale market to purchasing medical equipment, she spends every last cent of her 4.2 million yuan wisely.
Along the way, she picks up two men: a cool, restrained surgeon with long, slender fingers who looks at her as if she's a mystery box, and a special forces soldier overflowing with testosterone, broad-shouldered and trim-waisted, who can carry fifty kilograms of rice with one hand as if it's nothing.
One takes care of her headaches and fevers. The other keeps her safe.
The day the apocalypse arrives, the whole city loses power and a blizzard seals the doors shut.
Su Wanqing shrinks her shelter to the size of a ring, slips it into her pocket, wraps one arm around each man, and calmly shuts the door.
“Stop fighting. Big Sis wants you both.”
It's okay, but I don't know what to express. You can write about a female protagonist and a male protagonist. Why do you have to write about many, many people?