Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

He Ji and a few others also arrived half an hour later and squeezed into the car together.

The car was broken and could not be used. When I went to take a look, I saw that all four tires were flat.

They were clearly in their own car, but the people in Area 1 were squeezed into a corner.

He Ji sat opposite Song Xun and opened his mouth several times: "You..." But in the end he couldn't say anything, which was not at all like his usual frank and generous character.

He was not the only one who felt embarrassed. Wu Hui and the others also had heavy and complicated expressions.

After learning that Song Xun was the zombie wanted by the base, they were stunned for a while. It was not until they saw Song Xun being detained in Area 1 that they felt it was real.

After Song Xun enters the base, he will be transferred directly to the research institute. They all thought of the small building in the Tancheng Research Institute.

They have long regarded Song Xun as a friend and teammate, and the feelings they have developed bit by bit.

This result was not what they wanted, but the reality is always before their eyes and cannot be avoided or ignored.

If Song Xun's existence really concerns the fate of all mankind, then personal emotions will only seem insignificant in the face of such a large base, and everyone will have to take the back seat whether they are willing or not.

There was some dryness in He Ji's voice: "Are you okay?"

Song Xun didn't like this depressing atmosphere, so he shook his head and said in a relaxed tone, "I'm fine."

When He Ji and his companions came over, they did not see Song Xun being handcuffed. Apart from looking a little disheveled, there was not much difference or abnormality from before.

He Ji thought about what Song Xun would face after returning to the base, and felt worried when he saw that he was still smiling foolishly without any worries or concerns.

He was still struggling over what to say, and when he looked up, he looked even more worried.

Song Xun fell asleep.

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening. Song Xun, who was used to going to bed at nine o'clock, had been dozing off early in the morning. Now that the restraints on his body were lightened, and with the sense of security brought by Xie Min, he closed his eyes and went to sleep.

In a drowsy state, Song Xun felt someone moved him to a comfortable position, and the car seemed to start again, shaking.

When I woke up again, the car had stopped.

Song Xun found that he almost took up a seat for three people, with his head resting on Xie Min's thigh.

Xie Min was not asleep. His long and beautiful fingers, in Song Xun's eyes, fell on his hair and began to comb it gently.

There was a hint of softness in the depths of his eyebrows.

For Xie Min, who had been in fighting for a long time and always had a murderous aura about him, this bit of gentleness was precious.

There was a trance in Song Xun's eyes. This scene seemed familiar, so familiar that it gave him an illusion.

It is not the turbulent doomsday, nor is it in a crowded and dim carriage, but just a peaceful and ordinary morning, which can be in a park, on a lawn, under the shade of trees, with bright sunshine, good weather and a gentle breeze.

Seeing that he had woken up, Xie Min stopped what he was doing and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Even his voice was gentle, a far cry from the cold-looking man who pointed a gun at his head that day.

Song Xun felt like he wasn't awake yet.

Xie Min, who had waited for a long time without receiving a response, lowered his eyes and was stared at by those hazel eyes. From Song Xun's perspective, he could even count his eyelashes.

Suddenly aware of his own position, he stood up in a panic, like a boiling kettle, with steam rising from his head.

He whispered, "Hungry."

The closer we got to the base, the less we could see any mountains, not even a small mound, and no game could be found.

Xie Min stood up and whispered, "Wait here for a moment, I'll bring it up for you to eat."

Song Xun slept very deeply and missed some things. Zheng Yingpeng had a big quarrel with Xie Min outside because of the handcuffs, and the two sides were in a stalemate.

At this time, they were clearing the fallen trees on the road and taking a short break. Due to Song Xun's sensitive identity, he naturally could not move freely and could only stay in the car.

After Xie Min got off the car, except for Song Xun, there were only two people from Area 1 guarding outside the car.

Not long after, someone entered the car.

Thinking that it was Xie Min who brought him food, Song Xun looked outside expectantly, but he saw Zheng Yingpeng with a unfriendly look on his face.

Song Xun's outward expectation was instantly retracted, and he said nothing, instinctively realizing that the other party was here for no good reason.

"It's not Xie Min that makes you disappointed?" Zheng Yingpeng saw through his thoughts at a glance, slowly approached Song Xun, and finally stayed at a distance that was too close.

Different from the contemptuous look he gave him last time, as if he was looking at some goods, Song Xun could feel Zheng Yingpeng's eyes wandering on him.

It was turbid and frivolous, dark and disgusting, coiling around inch by inch like a snake, leaving behind a cold touch.

Zheng Yingpeng looked down at Song Xun, one leg resting against his knee. "Are you so unhappy to see me that you don't even want to say a word?"

Song Xun was disgusted and moved to a different position to distance himself from Zheng Yingpeng.

He was obviously unhappy, with a strong sense of vigilance in his eyes and all the thorns on his body spread out.

Zheng Yingpeng didn't take his silent resistance seriously.

Even if he is a hedgehog covered with thorns, he cannot pose any threat in the face of absolute strength. That is just his disguise of bluffing.

I had never realized that he was so handsome before. Even in the dim carriage, his tender white flesh was translucent and timidly attractive.

Zheng Yingpeng didn't take him seriously at first. No matter how good-looking he was, he was still a zombie, and this alone was enough to dampen all interest.

But he was surprised by how much Xie Min valued this zombie.

In Zheng Yingpeng's impression, Xie Min, who was arrogant and didn't take him seriously, would actually be so caring towards a zombie.

When he learned that Xie Min had uncuffed the zombie without permission, he rushed over angrily, but was stunned by the scene he saw.

Xie Min held the zombie's body intimately and placed it on his legs. His movements were careful and gentle as he wiped the dust stains off his face.

After seeing him get on the car, I got up and talked to him when he got off the car because I was afraid of waking up the zombie.

The zombie was still clinging to people even when he was asleep, with one hand tugging at Xie Min's sleeve, mumbling something unhappily.

The voice was light and soft, and he hooked Xie Min's hand and rubbed his face.

Zheng Yingpeng's gaze was unconsciously drawn to the zombie, and as he watched the zombie's pale and tender cheek actively move towards Xie Min's hand, his heart felt very itchy at that moment.

After seeing Xie Min get off the car, he couldn't help but come over.

"No wonder Xie Min likes you." Zheng Yingpeng placed his fingers on Song Xun's face, feeling the delicate and soft touch from his fingertips. His eyes narrowed and his voice was joyful.

The hand showed signs of sliding down, and the movements were ambiguous and vulgar. Song Xun felt disgusted as if he had eaten a fly, and he slapped Zheng Yingpeng's hand that was on his face.

The crisp and sharp slapping sounds echoed in the car.

Zheng Yingpeng's face instantly darkened. He pinched Song Xun's neck with one hand. The unpleasantness of being bumped into gradually dissipated as he felt the soft and faint tremor under his hand, and he relaxed his strength.

One hand hooked onto Song Xun's collar, and he sneered, "Xie Min can touch you, but I can't?"

Song Xun tried to shrink her body, her beautiful slender neck tensed and tilted back, trying to get away from him, her whole body revealing disgust and resistance. Zheng Yingpeng's eyes turned completely cold, and his hand that was hooked on Song Xun's collar slid down wantonly.

A white light flashed, and Zheng Yingpeng squinted his eyes, thinking it was just light coming directly from outside, until a sharp pain in his hand stopped him.