What's wrong with being a little arrogant in the apocalypse just to support my wife?

While Xian Wenrui was wondering whether there was something wrong with his eyes or his brain, Lu Yize had already taken Jiang Yue back to their bedroom.

Having been away for a long time, even the cleanest place would be covered in dust. As soon as Jiang Yue entered the house, it was as if she had turned on a switch, sniffing around everywhere.

Like a dog patrolling its territory, dissatisfied with the fading of its own scent, Jiang Yue rolled up her sleeves and got to work.

Lu Yize sat in the chair, watching her drag her half-dead body around busily. He guessed that zombies lacked a bit of brains and didn't feel pain; even with her wounds reopened, she was still busy running around.

She probably just needs a suitable set of clothes to clean, which would create a better atmosphere. Lu Yize looked appreciatively at his lover moving around within his field of vision.

Compared to other places, this cramped room made him feel more at ease, and even the furnishings inside were similar to the basement where they had taken refuge in their previous life.

Jiang Yue's obsession with cleanliness hasn't changed. In her past life, she used a tattered rag to wipe the dirty floor, and in this life, even when she's injured, she still cleans up the dust.

Lu Yize chuckled, and his movement made Jiang Yue turn around. She couldn't understand his sense of humor and suspected that he had lost his mind.

"come over."

Jiang Yue obediently stepped forward, very worried that Lu Yize's mental state had been severely damaged. Oh well, it's okay, she's not good at thinking anyway.

"What are you thinking about?" Lu Yize reached out to tidy up the stray hairs sticking to her face.

Jiang Yue shook her head, "I wasn't thinking about anything."

Lu Yize didn't press him for details, since it was just some trivial matter.

"Don't clean up yet, I'll help you with that later. Come sit down, let me treat your wound first."

Lu Yize had a lot of medical supplies in his space, so treating these simple wounds was not difficult. In his previous life, he had become quite skilled at treating his own wounds.

Back then, he and Jiang Yue often acted like two wounded wild dogs, frequently bandaging each other's wounds. However, Lu Yize was insecure and gloomy because of his disability, and his eyes were blinded by hatred.

They didn't even dare to admit their feelings, and they couldn't face the fact that they had developed feelings for a disfigured zombie.

Although Lu Yize felt sorry for Jiang Yue's injuries, he showed no mercy. Jiang Yue winced in pain and tried to back away, but Lu Yize blocked her way.

"Why are you running? Does it hurt? You didn't feel any pain when we were fighting."

Lu Yize smiled, but there was no real smile in his eyes. He increased the pressure on the bandage without hurting Jiang Yue.

Jiang Yue understood Lu Yize's extraordinary desire for revenge. She belatedly realized that the anger she had sensed when testing the weapon earlier originated from Lu Yize, who was watching with a blank expression.

Jiang Yue lay pitifully on Lu Yize's lap. Because of his disability in his previous life, Lu Yize disliked having his legs touched, and his body stiffened subconsciously.

However, upon realizing that it was Jiang Yue in front of him, he allowed her to touch him.

Jiang Yue lay on his lap, frowning and enduring the pain, "I was wrong."

Lu Yize was already angry with Jiang Yue for recklessly fighting without regard for her own health, and he was determined not to let her off easily.

But now, hearing her pitifully apologizing and seeing her covered in a cold sweat from the pain, Lu Yize's heart softened considerably.

"Where did I go wrong?" Lu Yize conceded a step and softened his tone.

Jiang Yue lay between Lu Yize's legs, blinked her eyes, and tried to fool him. Lu Yize's forehead veins throbbed, and a sneer appeared on his lips.

Having a brain makes all the difference; they've learned to go along with things and give perfunctory answers.

Jiang Yue now has several years' worth of human memories in her mind, but her zombie instincts still dominate most of her rationality.

She couldn't hold too many things in her mind. Just like now, even though she knew Lu Yize was unhappy, her gaze was still drawn to his handsome smile.

Jiang Yue slowly got up, and just as Lu Yize was about to reprimand her, she stood up and kissed him. Her still-wet hands went around Lu Yize's neck and grabbed his left wrist with her right hand.

Lu Yize half-closed his eyes, letting her be close and possessive. Jiang Yue was like a cat that had received a cat treat, doing what she wanted to do without any ulterior motives.

Jiang Yue's kissing skills have become more and more proficient. At least now she no longer just clings to him like a chick pecking at rice, as she did at the beginning.

The naivety and immaturity that have faded away, and all the habits that have gradually formed now, all stem from him. Lu Yize reached out and grasped Jiang Yue's waist, as if with just a little force he could leave finger marks on her waist that wouldn't fade for days.

The temperature in the apocalypse was fluctuating wildly; it had been bitterly cold before, but now it was hot and bothersome, causing the desires that had been suppressed in recent days to resurface.

The outside temperature had probably risen to over forty degrees Celsius. Jiang Yue's long hair was disheveled, and she was panting with her lips slightly parted from kissing. Her collar was loose, revealing her fair skin.

Jiang Yue's almond-shaped eyes were now dreamy, filled with Lu Yize's image. She looked at Lu Yize with tenderness in her eyes and brows.

When a person's emotions are suppressed to the extreme, they are like a flood bursting through a dam—fierce and uncontrollable.

Like a silent understanding, Jiang Yue touched Lu Yize's lower lip. Lu Yize pulled Jiang Yue closer to him, their abdomens pressed together, and his well-defined fingers inserted into Jiang Yue's long black hair.

In the dim light, only two rapid breaths could be heard, their disordered breathing rising and falling with their chests, their intimate embrace suggesting a desire to merge the other into their very bones.

They were each other's only remaining sanity, proof of their survival.

The bathroom was filled with the sound of water. Jiang Yue leaned against the cold tiles, her feverish body trembling the moment she touched them. Lu Yize leaned against the wall next to her ear and kissed her deeply, pulling her attention back from her slumber.

The damp air soaked their clothes. Jiang Yue's long hair, wet from the water, curled up slightly and clung to her collarbone. Her deep, lingering emotions made even Lu Yize, who disliked showing his feelings, lower his head to kiss her earlobe.

Their heartbeats, pressed together, resonated in unison. Jiang Yue, with her eyes tightly closed, missed Lu Yize's burning gaze fixed on her.

The soft, moist touch against Jiang Yue's neck caused her to tremble involuntarily, her breath landing softly on Lu Yize's chin.

A tingling sensation, not quite painful, swept over Jiang Yue's tailbone, and she subconsciously gripped Lu Yize's wrist tightly, her sleeve damp with sweat.

Lu Yize loved every part of Jiang Yue's body, loved leaving marks on her, and loved Jiang Yue's possessiveness towards him.

The intense, passionate embrace left Jiang Yue breathless and unable to resist. The wounds on both of them, which were not yet fully healed, were soaked with water, and the red bloodstains showed through the gauze.

Jiang Yue's canine teeth were slightly sharp, and they chipped a small gash on Lu Yize's lip, from which tiny beads of blood seeped out.

Lu Yize licked his lips, the pervasive smell of blood awakening the inherent evil in his bones, and his eyes turned to Jiang Yue with a predatory glint.

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind.

I want to kill him, to the point of utter devastation...