As a female alpha soldier in the apocalypse, Zhuoyang spends her days worrying about why her pheromones are sweeter than an Omega.
The partner's tone was cold, as if he was playing Werewolf: "So who is Omega?"
The idol swung his sword: "Hand over that mutant first."
The God of War spoke softly: "What kind of mutant species, let's go together..."
The pagan leader with a noble temperament walked in and said something completely inconsistent with his image: "It's so lively. Since everyone is here, come and raise pigs with me..."
Zhuoyang: "Please calm down..."
Later, under the high sky and above the wasteland, when Zhuoyang led the survivors to survive, he would always think of that afternoon.
That sunny afternoon
Intention: I just wanted to write a story about a beautiful girl getting involved in the world of handsome men.