Defeat the system! Kiss my little monster!

Shen Yi still remembers the day Shen Heng arrived at the headquarters.

He had already become a key military official at that time, and his main purpose in coming here was to discuss with Cheng Jingyi a plan for de-escalation between the two sides.

Cheng Jingyi is a zombie king who retains human consciousness. The military sent Shen Heng to negotiate with Cheng Jingyi, also taking into account their relationship.

They wanted to use Shen Heng to obtain specific information about the inside of the zombies.

Shen Yisui had already been in the main camp for more than three months. He knew Shen Heng's purpose in coming here and privately inquired about Shen Yu.

Not long after Shen Yu's death, Shen Yi was casually abandoned in the West District, and he didn't even see Shen Yu's body.

"Shen Yu's body has been devoured by zombies, and there's nothing we can do about it." Shen Heng spoke calmly, then gave a mocking laugh and said to Shen Yisui, "But he probably doesn't want to see you either. What are you doing now...?"

Shen Yisui's expression remained unchanged. He unconsciously tightened his grip on the glass in his hand and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I didn't mean anything by it," Shen Heng replied quickly, his tone unchanged, but for some reason it had taken on a chilling undertone.

“Shen Yisui, sometimes I really admire you. You used to rely on Shen Yu, and now you're climbing into Cheng Jingyi's bed. Do you know he's a zombie too?”

Shen Yisui stood still.

“Cheng Jingyi may have eaten the flesh on Shen Yu’s body as well; zombies are all like that.” Shen Heng’s gaze slowly swept over Shen Yisui, and he continued, “You can’t escape either.”

"You don't need to worry about that. Your brother doesn't eat raw meat, neither Shen Yu nor I would eat it."

"Really? How did you know? You saw it?" Shen Heng chuckled. "I forgot, you're blind, you shouldn't be able to see it."

The water in Shen Yisui's glass had frozen. His dark gray pupils turned towards Shen Heng's direction, revealing a hint of coldness: "Shen Heng, don't go looking for trouble."

Shen Heng scoffed, stood up, and lowered his voice: "I've said it, what can you do about it? How long do you think Cheng Jingyi can protect you?"

"Shen Yisui, what you're doing right now... isn't that just selling your body? Shen Yu died with his eyes open, probably because you made him angry..."

Several cracking sounds filled the air as tables and chairs snapped and exploded, accompanied by someone's scream of pain.

Shen Yi then plunged the condensed ice shards into Shen Heng's chest.

It was a little off-center and didn't pierce the heart. People outside rushed in upon hearing the noise. They pushed Shen Yisui aside and quickly carried Shen Heng outside to provide first aid.

Shen Yi staggered a few steps and bumped into the wall behind him. The surrounding noise was chaotic. His hands were sticky, and he couldn't tell if it was blood or some other murky liquid.

Shen Yisui smelled a certain scent wafting in from the doorway. He looked up and, sure enough, heard Cheng Jingyi's voice.

“…Take him away.”

Shen Yisui suddenly laughed. It was pitch black all around. Shen Yisui returned to his bedroom and didn't go out for several days afterward.

He nearly killed a high-ranking military official, and as punishment, Cheng Jingyi reduced his living space to just a few dozen square meters.

Shen Yisui didn't show any emotional fluctuations. He didn't go out often, and now that he was staying in the room, he unusually didn't make any rebellious moves.

Cheng Jingyi privately asked Shen Yisui why he did this, but Shen Yisui did not answer. He just leaned against the wall and silently looked at the light outside the window.

Those dark pupils seemed shrouded in mist, floating empty and ethereal within, obscuring everything inside.

Cheng Jingyi did not linger in Shen Yisui's room. Shen Heng was still in emergency care, and he had not returned home for the next few days.

Shen Yisui knew that his icicle wouldn't kill Shen Heng, but it wouldn't be a problem to keep Shen Heng in bed for two or three weeks.

As Shen Yisui had predicted, Shen Heng woke up after being in a coma for three days. The hole in his chest had caused him a lot of suffering, and Shen Yisui knew from the rumors that his condition was not good, but it was slowly improving.

Cheng Jingyi visited Shen Heng at the hospital two or three times. When he returned, he looked somewhat haggard and told Shen Yisui about the general situation.

Shen Heng recovered quickly and is now able to get out of bed and walk.

"Don't go out during this time, and don't see Shen Heng again. He's just been able to get out of bed, and the military has sent someone over..."

Shen Yisui listened silently. Cheng Jingyi spoke slowly beside him, and his voice reached Shen Yisui's ears.

“You ate meat,” Shen Yisui suddenly said.

Cheng Jingyi paused, turned to look at Shen Yisui, and said in an unfriendly tone, "What's wrong? Can't I eat?"

Shen Yi paused for a moment before continuing, "It smells of blood; you ate raw meat."

Cheng Jingyi was aware of Shen Yisui's aversion to eating raw meat. He paused for a moment, then frowned and said, "He ate a piece."

"Ha..." Shen Yisui's eyes stung, and his throat felt like it was blocked by a foreign object, making it almost impossible for him to speak.

"Why...did Shen Heng let you eat it?"

Cheng Jingyi didn't answer. He deliberately avoided anything related to Shen Heng. After a moment of silence, he said irritably, "I'm a zombie. If I don't eat meat, I'll eat dirt every day?"

"Then what did you say to me? What, were you trying to deceive me with those words?" Shen Yisui's face suddenly darkened. He pushed Cheng Jingyi away and said coldly, "Get away from me, don't touch me!"

Cheng Jingyi grabbed the corner of the table next to him, his temper rising. He grabbed Shen Yisui's trouser leg and dragged him toward him.

"What's wrong with me eating a piece?! Did I not brush my teeth when I got back? You ate meat yourself too!"

"I ate the cooked food, you ate the raw food!" Shen Yisui's face twisted with a fierce expression as he grabbed Cheng Jingyi's collar and, without flinching, flipped him onto the bed.

Cheng Jingyi rolled over and pinned him down. He gasped, "What do you mean, raw or cooked? It's all meat! Why are you talking about raw or cooked?! Are you deliberately trying to cause trouble for me today?!"

"You broke your promise!" Shen Yisui felt a surge of hatred in his heart. He opened his mouth and bit Cheng Jingyi's shoulder blade hard, with such force that it seemed he wanted to tear off a piece of his flesh.

Cheng Jingyi hissed. He never showed weakness, and now that he couldn't pull Shen Yisui off, he retaliated by biting Shen Yisui.

Shen Yisui felt a sharp pain in his shoulder as well. His pupils turned gray, and he stared blankly at the sky.

The taste of blood in his mouth grew stronger, and after an unknown amount of time, Shen Yisui finally loosened his grip.

"...Cheng Jingyi, let me go."

Shen Yisui felt his body stiffen for a moment, but he seemed not to notice. He just stared blankly into the darkness ahead with his eyes open.

The events of the past few months flashed through his mind; everything he had believed in had been shattered into pieces today.

What they said was false, and what they did was also false.

No one will stay for him, and no one will change for him.

Cheng Jingyi... Have you ever eaten Shen Yu's flesh?

In the future... will you still want to eat me?

The answer used to be no.

But now, the answer is perhaps.

Cheng Jingyi held Shen Yisui captive in his arms, his lips pressed against Shen Yisui's ear, sensing the other's warmth and breath.

"Shen Yisui, as long as I'm here, you can forget about going back." His words were still mostly threats.

Shen Yisui gave a mocking laugh.