Quick Wear: The soft cannon fodder turns into a heartthrob and seduce

After resting along the way, Shen Qinghuai's spirit has completely recovered.

When Mu Zhou jokingly asked him, "What's the matter between you and me?", he tensed up instantly and sat up straighter silently.

He seemed to be hesitating to say something.

This time, Mu Zhou naturally noticed his mental fluctuations, so he sat leisurely by the bed, quietly admiring his nervousness.

His hair was thick and hard, and usually he would comb it back when he styled it, but today it hung down obediently in front of his forehead, adding a touch of softness to his appearance.

An exceptionally long strand of hair fell on the tip of his nose, which made Mu Zhou feel itchy, and he leaned towards him as if possessed by some unknown force.

She supported herself with her hands in front of her, and when she was about to raise her hand to push the hair away for him, she was not prepared for him to lean over as well.

The next moment, he pecked Mu Zhou lightly on the lips.

Mu Zhou was startled. He saw that his eyes were dark and he slowly opened his mouth: "Is it okay?"

Just now, he was still hesitating about how to say it, and how to confirm whether she still cared about Chen Zerang, but unexpectedly, when he raised his eyes, he found that Mu Zhou took the initiative to approach him.

In an instant, all his rationality disappeared, and he instinctively lowered his head and kissed her.

He thought, since she had taken the initiative, he shouldn't hesitate anymore.

This was the first time he took the initiative and acted strongly.

Mu Zhou, who was just confused by the hair, was completely stunned at this moment.

Why is he suddenly so bold?

Faced with her silence, Shen Qinghuai's pupils trembled.

She regrets it?

A deep darkness flashed in the bottom of his dark eyes. Shen Qinghuai stared at her forbearingly, afraid that she would say no.

The uneasiness in his heart made him raise his hand to cover the back of her neck and press his lips to hers again.

This kiss was not like the tentative peck just now.

The hot breath rolling in his throat almost burned Mu Zhou.

He kissed her eagerly, and seemed afraid of losing something, so he held Mu Zhou tightly in front of him.

Mu Zhou passively leaned on his chest, slightly tilting his head, almost overwhelmed by his strong love.

He brushed across our lips one by one, exchanging our breath until we could no longer tell each other apart.

The pain and itchiness alternated, making Mu Zhou unable to help but moan.

Her almost inaudible voice made Shen Qinghuai's heart suddenly shrink, and he pressed her down and kissed her harder.

The soft touch continued to stimulate him, and more thoughts came to him, making him no longer willing to let go.

Not until both of them were out of breath did Shen Qinghuai finally move away from her lips with difficulty, open his eyes and look at her straight.

At this moment, Mu Zhou's cheeks were pink and tender, with ripples in his eyes. The faint red mark at the end of his eye was like a hook, which made Shen Qinghuai a little confused again.

Afraid of losing control, he didn't dare to continue kissing her, but just rubbed her cheek tenderly with his nose to calm all the confusion.

He rubbed his way to her ear and whispered softly.

"Mu Zhou..."

"Ok?"

The hoarse voice made Mu Zhou inexplicably itchy, so he hid in his arms and rubbed against it.

This small gesture softened Shen Qinghuai's heart. He could feel that Mu Zhou had no resistance to him.

This is enough.

After the two of them hugged each other in silence for a moment, Mu Zhou raised his head from his arms:

"Are you serious, or do you think it's the end of the world anyway, so everyone should just indulge themselves?"

Shen Qinghuai frowned slightly and said solemnly:

"I'm serious."

After a few seconds, he remembered something and added:

"I'm not like some people who only seek excitement in the end times and are unfaithful in their relationships."

Someone's direction is very clear.

Mu Zhou smiled, stared at him for a few seconds, and then took the initiative to kiss him on the lips:

"I'll remember what you said."

Shen Qinghuai's heart was pounding, and he used great strength to restrain himself, not kissing her back immediately, but just holding her tightly in front of him.

*

The lab is a bit lively today.

When Mu Zhou and Shen Qinghuai arrived, they saw everyone gathered around the specially made hospital bed.

The person tied up on the bed was Qin Yang.

That day at the research institute, Qin Yang was injured by a zombie. After being infected with the zombie virus, he should not be able to enter the base again.

But he was injured while completing the base's mission, and he was willing to try the experimental drugs, so he was given a chance.

More than a month ago, the base laboratory staff developed a special drug, which is mainly used to effectively block people after they are infected with the zombie virus.

Although the experimental results were half and half, and could not guarantee 100% blocking of the virus, and there were certain side effects, Qin Yang could not care less.

He doesn't want to die.

So he chose to inject the drug voluntarily, and was then locked up by the laboratory staff and placed under close observation.

Today is the last day for observation results. If the zombie virus does not wreak havoc today, it can be basically determined that Qin Yang has successfully survived.

So many people came to the laboratory today, and Mu Zhou also dragged Shen Qinghuai to join in the fun.

Qin Yang's face was excited at this time, and he stared at the inspection report held by the experimenter.

After hearing that there was still no zombie virus in his body, he was so excited that he almost shouted out loud, wishing he could roar to the sky.

God has been kind to me!

The onlookers also cheered.

But when he was untied and got off the special bed, he suddenly realized the problem.

"Where's my power?! Why can't I feel it?"

What follows is a series of inspections and experiments.

The final result was that after the zombie virus in Qin Yang's body was devoured, his supernatural powers also disappeared.

A doctor patted him on the shoulder, hoping that he would be more open-minded:

"No matter what, being able to save my life is a blessing in disguise."

"Yes, being alive is more important than anything else."

But unexpectedly, Qin Yang, who was so emotional, couldn't bear to hear such words:

"Without my superpowers, I'd be a useless person. What's the point of living like this? Ordinary people live at the bottom of society and are trampled upon. I don't want to be a useless person!"

The malice in his words towards ordinary people made everyone present look dissatisfied.

After all, people with superpowers are a minority. Most of our relatives and friends are ordinary people, and they can live comfortably in the base.

But Qin Yang's words implied that ordinary people were useless and that life was a waste, which made others too lazy to comfort him.

Everyone knows that he is judging others by his own standards.

Relying on his special abilities, he looked down on ordinary people. Now that he has lost his special abilities, he is afraid.

Even the researchers looked at him with a hint of blame.

After all, half of the researchers present did not have special abilities.

But at this moment, Qin Yang no longer cared about other people's eyes.

He was filled with fear now.

In the past, he looked down upon ordinary people the most, considering them only as a burden, people left behind by the progress of the times. Now that he has lost his superpowers, he is instinctively afraid.

Fear of being treated the same way.

His peripheral vision happened to catch sight of Mu Zhou, and he was suddenly shocked, remembering his previous disdain for Mu Zhou.

Will he be treated like this by his companions in the future?

He suddenly didn't dare to think about it.