I Don't Want to Be a Charmboy【Quick Wear】

Just as Lin Shen was about to fall asleep, he felt the ground beside him collapse. He woke up with a start and turned to meet Song Xinyue's eyes.

The two stared at each other.

Lin Shen frowned. Is it okay for two big men to sleep together? No, I am Song Xinyue's bootlicker. How can I sleep in the same bed with Song Xinyue?

Song Xinyue almost laughed out loud as he watched the little zombie's expression changing back and forth.

He coughed and raised his hand to touch the little zombie's head.

"what happened?"

What else can we do? Is it really okay for us to sleep in the same bed?

But it was obvious that Song Xinyue didn't understand what the little zombie meant, and didn't quite understand why the little zombie kept looking at him.

Suddenly, an idea came to him, and he wondered, would the zombies be hungry?

"Are you hungry?" Song Xinyue moved closer to Lin Shendian. They were only a fist's distance apart, and even their breaths were entangled together.

Lin Shen didn't move, his eyes fixed on Song Xinyue.

He really couldn't understand why Song Xinyue asked this. Was he just hungry and wanted to take a bite of his own food?

"You can bite me, I am a superpower anyway." He said it in a nonchalant tone, but Lin Shen was shocked anyway.

Lin Shen had no choice but to lie down angrily, cover himself with the quilt, and bury his head in it, leaving only his back covered with the quilt.

Song Xinyue chuckled and watched the little zombie's actions with amusement.

Although he didn't know what the little zombie meant just now, it didn't stop him from thinking that the little zombie was the cutest person in the world, oh no, zombie.

He was now glad that he had gone out during the day, went up to see the little zombie, and took it back home.

Looking at the little zombie's back, his eyes were full of smiles.

Reluctantly, he reached out and grabbed the little zombie's quilt, "Don't cover your head, you'll feel dizzy."

Obviously, Song Xinyue subconsciously treated Lin Shen as a human being and did not think that the zombies would not be suffocated by the quilt.

Lin Shen didn't want to pay attention to Song Xinyue and continued to wrap himself in the quilt and pretend to be dead.

Song Xinyue lay down, moved closer to the little zombie, put his hand on the little zombie's head wrapped in the quilt, and comforted him: "Be obedient."

Song Xinyue waited quietly for a while, but there was no movement. He gently pulled the quilt open.

The little zombie fell asleep! Staring at the little zombie's face quietly, my hand touched it involuntarily.

The icy cold temperature told him that the man was dead and was a zombie.

If someone had told him before that he would sleep in the same bed with a zombie, he would never have believed it.

People are always fickle, and the little zombie is so cute. Now he is his younger brother, and he has to protect him. After Song Xinyue tucked in the quilt for Lin Shen, he also closed his eyes.

night, very quiet.

The moonlight shone into the room through the curtains, illuminating Song Xinyue's delicate face.

At this moment, Lin Shen, who was sleeping, had his brows tightly furrowed.

He sat up, his forehead covered in sweat and a hint of fear in his eyes.

Song Xinyue noticed something was wrong with Lin Shen and asked quickly, "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

Lin Shen didn't say anything, just nodded silently.

Song Xinyue patted his shoulder gently and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, it's just a dream."

Lin Shen looked up at Song Xinyue, a complicated look flashing in his eyes.

He had indeed just dreamed, and the scenes in the dream were very real.

He dreamed of a clean white laboratory with many scientific researchers holding various medicines in their hands. They seemed very important, with smiles of success on their faces.

A middle-aged man in a white coat looked at him with complicated emotions in his eyes. Lin Shen didn't understand what was going on, but he felt severe pain all over his body and then woke up.

Lin Shen knew that this might be the past of the original owner. This laboratory and this middle-aged man might be the breakthrough to the mystery of his life.

As long as we find that man, many problems will become clear.

Song Xinyue looked at the dazed little zombie and felt sorry for him. He couldn't bear to see the little zombie's lonely look.

He grabbed the little zombie's hand and said tenderly, "Brother is here."

Lin Shen glanced at Song Xinyue, realized that he had just scared him, and nodded obediently.

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Song Xinyue looked at the little zombie sulking on the sofa, and sat next to the little zombie helplessly.

The little zombie turned his head away and didn't look at him, expressing his anger.

"Little zombie, it's very dangerous outside. Although you are also a zombie, I heard that zombies of the same kind will hurt each other. If you get hurt, I don't know what to do..." He said a lot of things, but Lin Shen didn't want to listen anyway.

He just wanted to go out, and he would go wherever Song Xinyue was.

Lin Shen turned his head and looked at the chattering Song Xinyue with dissatisfaction.

"I want to... go..." Lin Shen thought he was being very serious, but in Song Xinyue's eyes he was very cute.

"Don't act like a spoiled child!" The man's voice was low and warm.

Lin Shen: ???

Who is acting like a spoiled child? Song Xinyue has no sense of propriety.

Seeing the little zombie's determination to go, Song Xinyue couldn't bear to keep refusing him, and finally gave in.

"You can go out, but you must follow me closely, don't run around, don't talk to strangers, don't stay one meter away from me, don't..." There was another bunch of chatter, and Lin Shen nodded perfunctorily.

Looking at the little zombie's expression, he knew that the little zombie probably didn't hear anything. He sighed helplessly. As long as he was there, the little zombie would be fine.

Lin Shen, who successfully went out with Song Xinyue, raised his head proudly, which made Song Xinyue laugh.

Lin Shen and Song Xinyue walked out of the house and got into the off-road vehicle modified by Song Xinyue.

The streets were in ruins, with abandoned vehicles and dilapidated buildings everywhere.

Lin Shen sat in the car and looked around, his eyes full of curiosity.

In fact, Lin Shen was not curious at all. He had been to the end of the world before and had seen even more horrifying scenes, but the emotions of the original owner were in his body.

Original owner's emotion: Wow——

Lin Shen:……

The two soon came to a small supermarket with a lot of things inside. Lin Shen looked around the supermarket "curiously" while Song Xinyue was looking for useful supplies.

Lin Shen followed closely, as if he was afraid of losing him.

Song Xinyue looked at Lin Shen following him closely, and his heart couldn't help but move, and the corners of his mouth curled up in joy.

Song Xinyue loaded a lot of food back into the car. When Lin Shen was about to get in the car, Song Xinyue grabbed Lin Shen's hand.

"Come on, brother will get you some clothes." Song Xinyue bent down and approached Lin Shen, and smelled the young man's fresh fragrance at the tip of his nose.

He and the little zombie seem to be using the same bottle of shower gel. Why does the little zombie smell so good?

Lin Shen tilted his head back, stepped back a little, and nodded.

Lin Shen changed into a black sweatshirt and jeans, which were resistant to dirt.

Lin Shen is about 1.8 meters tall, tall and well-proportioned, with a slender waist and fair skin. Maybe because of his small frame, he has a slender figure and delicate face, and he looks good in whatever he wears.

Although such little zombies are also very beautiful, he always feels that the little zombies are being treated unfairly and that they should live in the castle.

Song Xinyue got a lot of clothes for the little zombie, enough for the little zombie to use for a month without repeating the same clothes every day.

Lin Shen and Song Xinyue were about to leave when they heard the roar of a car.

A black military vehicle was seen approaching slowly in front of them. Its engine was making a low roar, and the wheels were making a slight rustling sound as they rubbed against the ground.

The car stopped steadily, the door opened slowly, and a group of people in army green clothes got out with guns in their hands.

Then, a man got out of the last military vehicle.

He walked with firm and powerful steps. His straight military uniform made his posture more upright, and his golden epaulettes shone brightly.

His face has clear contours, like a masterpiece of a master sculptor, and his deep eyes reveal a kind of determination and confidence.

His hair was neatly combed back, and every strand seemed to speak of his rigor and competence. As he approached, an invisible aura spread.