Frozen Apocalypse: Goddesses Line Up Begging for Shelter

When eternal night falls and winds at minus 70 degrees Celsius tear civilization apart: · The campus belle who once tricked her way into his home now curls up in the hallway. With the last of her warmth, she messages him: “Mo-ge, I was wrong... Can you give me another chance?” · The brother who stabbed him in the back leads a gang of thugs to smash down his door. “Lin Mo! You have so many supplies. Sharing them is only fair!” · Meanwhile, in the most secure room in the entire building, Lin Mo sets down his hot coffee and smiles at the surveillance screen. “Nice performance, but unfortunately, my seats are all taken.” His safehouse has no shortage of visitors, but they need a ticket to get in: Jiang Xue, a retired special police officer and martial arts expert, now the safehouse’s chief security officer. Shen Qing, a medical doctor who can save lives with a scalpel and cook meals with a kitchen knife. Zhou Yuwei, a botanical genius who made everyone in the safehouse cry the day she grew strawberries in the apocalypse greenhouse. They aren’t burdens. They’re “core assets” carefully selected by Lin Mo. “The apocalypse weeds out the weak, but the truly strong know how to build a team.” In this world, human nature cuts deeper than the cold: Some people sell out their wives and daughters for half a pack of biscuits, while others learn to trust again in rooms as warm as spring. Lin Mo is no longer a savior. He’s just a picky landlord: “Want to come in? Show me your worth. Want to cause trouble? Test my limits.”