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

Lu Yize hugged the zombie tightly, feeling her presence, as if he had returned to the ten years they spent together in the apocalypse.

However, zombies don't care about being touched. After being hugged for a few minutes, Jiang Yue immediately became unwilling and twisted her body, trying to break free.

It's already hard to resist when you're holding someone you like and you're in a rare good mood.

As a result, the brainless zombie, unaware of the danger, squirmed in his arms.

If Lu Yize didn't know she was currently acting out of her mind, he would have thought she was seducing someone, and seducing them with particular fervor.

Jiang Yue probably sensed something was wrong too. She looked down in confusion, then bared her teeth at Lu Yize, feeling that he was attacking her.

In a sense, it does seem as if we were attacked.

It was their wedding night, after all. Although Lu Yize didn't intend to take the final step while she was completely clueless, it wouldn't be a big problem to make some progress in their relationship.

Lu Yize remained calm, a stark contrast to his demeanor. He reached out and touched Jiang Yue's canine teeth; they were truly sharp.

Jiang Yue bit Lu Yize's finger, showing no intention of letting go of the food she had brought.

Lu Yize's eyes were brimming with desire, flashing with intense longing. For a moment, the real food was unaware of its predicament and continued its arrogant provocation.

Lu Yize ran his fingers over her lips; the cool touch felt unlike human warmth.

He lowered his head and gave her a light kiss on the corner of her mouth, prying open her pearly teeth. Jiang Yue was puzzled, but she still tentatively stuck out her tongue to taste the food that was offered to her.

In the dimly lit environment, the ambiguous echoes of a kiss could be heard.

Lu Yize's long, slender fingers dug into Jiang Yue's gray-black hair, gripping the back of her neck.

Jiang Yue was forced to look up, her mouth slightly open, allowing Lu Yize to further assault her.

Jiang Yue was enveloped by Lu Yize's aura, and her slender hand was wrapped in Lu Yize's hand.

The moment the cold hand touched Lu Yize, she was startled and instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but it was forcefully held down by someone.

Lu Yize's breath touched her cold skin as he whispered in her ear, coaxing her to absorb his scent.

The ambiguous atmosphere seemed to even warm the zombie's cold earlobes.

Deadly tenderness seduced the zombie's mind, which had little intelligence. Jiang Yue was led astray, falling into the trap in a daze.

Lu Yize unbuttoned the top button of Jiang Yue's shirt and lowered his head to leave his mark on her fair skin.

Even though zombies have no temperature, Jiang Yue felt as if the burning heat in her palms was about to scald her entire body.

Darkness concealed all the unbearable things, and Jiang Yue's mind went blank, the air between her lips and teeth being taken away.

Lu Yize's kiss was not as gentle as it had been at the beginning; it was as if a beast in human clothing had torn off his disguise in the dark, becoming fierce and cruel.

If Jiang Yue were to open her eyes at this moment, she would see the aggression filling Lu Yize's eyes.

While Jiang Yue was still dazed from the kiss, she vaguely remembered two words that Lu Yize had always wanted her to remember.

She clung to Lu Yize's chest, her voice muffled and stammering, "Yi...Ze."

Lu Yize was taken aback by the two indistinct words.

The unpleasant smell permeated the air, making its presence felt.

Lu Yize wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tightly into his embrace, and kissed the top of her head. "Say it again."

Unfortunately, the zombie in my arms was only docile for a short while, and then it stopped cooperating.

No, it's not that they weren't cooperating, but rather that they were a little too cooperative.

To Jiang Yue, Lu Yize was like a food with a special aroma, because his whole body was enveloped in supernatural abilities.

Lu Yize loosened his grip for a moment, and Jiang Yue quickly bent down.

The cold, soft touch sent a jolt through Lu Yize's brain, snapping his rationality and turning his eyes bloodshot instantly.

Lu Yize's expression remained indifferent, but his bloodshot eyes betrayed his emotions.

He reached out and grasped Jiang Yue's chin, his eyes deep and unfathomable, hinting at a renewed intention to revive.

However, when he met her innocent and bewildered gaze, Lu Yize closed his eyes to calm himself down.

He's only nineteen; I can't be too mean to him.

Lu Yize reached out and pulled the person up, saying restrainedly, "Go to sleep."

If they don't go to sleep soon, they won't get any sleep tonight.

Fortunately, the zombie stopped moving and lay there obediently without causing any trouble.

Lu Yize sighed softly. He now realized that what was more agonizing than having his beloved lying in his arms and being unable to do anything was being unable to do anything, yet she still insisted on teasing him.

He must have been holding it in for a long time, because when Lu Yize woke up the next day, he found a pimple on his forehead.

Someone who has rarely had acne since childhood was suddenly driven to develop a lot of irritability.

Meanwhile, the culprit was completely unaware, happily munching on the crystal core.

Little did she know the trouble her actions would cause others.

When Xian Wenrui saw Lu Yize, who was out for a walk with the energetic Jiang Yue, he couldn't help but say, "Brother Lu, why do you have pimples on your head?"

We can't end up like him, with unsatisfied desires.

Xian Wenrui had no idea that a casual remark he made in his heart had stumbled upon the truth.

Lu Yize remained expressionless. "It's just a bit of a sore throat."

"Brother Lu, I still have some chrysanthemum tea here, do you want some? It's really good for cooling down. I used to have acne, but I don't have any anymore now, I guess it's from drinking chrysanthemum tea." After saying that, Xian Wenrui went to rummage through his tattered bag.

Lu Yize was speechless. Xian Wenrui didn't get pimples because his superpower purified his body, clearing out all the accumulated impurities. It had absolutely nothing to do with his chrysanthemum tea.

Moreover, his temper couldn't be calmed down by chrysanthemum tea.

Lu Yize felt a bit hot today, perhaps because the passion that Jiang Yue had stirred up yesterday hadn't subsided.

When Xian Wenrui returned carrying a small bag of chrysanthemum tea, he noticed that Jiang Yue's lip was bitten and looked on with envy. How wonderful! He also wished he had a wife he could kiss whenever he wanted.

Although it may seem somewhat unrealistic, in this apocalyptic world, being able to survive is already a blessing.

Little Fatty suddenly became a bit emo. He didn't know how his parents were doing and couldn't get in touch with them.

Fortunately, he sent most of the supplies he bought by selling his house to his parents. If they are lucky, the family might have a chance to reunite.

After finishing their stroll, Lu Yize took Jiang Yue back home and didn't come out again for a whole week.

The previous agitation seemed like an illusion, and he didn't take it to heart, subconsciously ignoring it.

What he's more concerned about now is that Jiang Yue suddenly spoke up earlier, and he doesn't know what to do to get her to speak again.

As far as he knew, zombies would gradually acquire human skills as they progressed, such as language, expression, and emotions similar to those of humans.