Quick Transmigration: Passerby A Gets Entangled with the Male Lead

Fu Chuji glanced around at the few scattered, slow-moving zombies, then turned her gaze back to He Zhiyao beside her.

He saw through the subtle scheming hidden deep in the other person's eyes at a glance, but pretended not to know, and instead deliberately made himself look even weaker.

"Well, He Zhiyao is indeed very understanding." As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out without hesitation and gently placed his hand on He Zhiyao's thin shoulder, then leaned his entire body weight on her.

This sudden pressure caught He Zhiyao off guard, making her feel as if an incredibly heavy mountain had suddenly crashed down on her.

However, when she looked up and saw Fu Chuji's bloodless, pale face, she couldn't help but ponder to herself.

If she were to abandon this man here now, she calculated the possibility of escaping from this group of zombies on her own.

After weighing the pros and cons, He Zhiyao gritted her teeth and used all her strength to support the swaying man in front of her, pretending to stagger as she made her way towards the room they had passed earlier.

This short distance of just over ten meters made He Zhiyao blush. To make herself look uncomfortable, she gritted her teeth and persevered in moving forward.

Finally, the two arrived at the door of the inconspicuous little room they had just been in.

He Zhiyao stopped and raised a slightly trembling hand to a painting hanging on the wall next to her.

She carefully pinched a corner of the painting, gently lifted it up, revealing a button hidden behind it. Accompanied by a slight mechanical sound, the room door slowly opened.

Fu Chuji raised his eyebrows slightly, and a sharp glint flashed in his ink-black eyes: Hehe, interesting.

At this moment, He Zhiyao carefully and gently placed the person on the large bed that was at least 1.8 meters long.

After everything was settled, she paused for a moment to catch her breath, then moved to a cabinet. She gently opened the cabinet door and took out a small, exquisite box.

He Zhiyao slowly opened the box and picked out an inconspicuous little bead.

Just as the door was quietly closed, something magical happened—the ordinary little bead suddenly emitted a faint yet bright light!

Under the soft glow of the pearl, the entire room became instantly clear and easy to see.

Fu Chuji then began to carefully examine the room.

Although it is not large in area, it is just as the saying goes, "small but perfectly formed".

The 1.8-meter-long bed was pressed tightly against the wall, with only a small bedside table on one side; next to the bedside table was a drawer cabinet about the height of a human figure.

Looking to the side, there were wardrobes, four neatly stacked boxes of mineral water, and two large boxes of compressed biscuits with foreign language labels.

Seeing these supplies, Fu Chuji maintained a gentle smile, and even her voice was incredibly soft and pleasant: "Sister He Zhiyao, I wonder when you stockpiled so many supplies?"

However, behind his seemingly gentle smile, a chilling, sinister light flickered deep within his eyes.

After all, these special compressed biscuits are not something that ordinary people can easily obtain. Thinking of this, Fu Chuji's smile became even more charming. However, only he himself knew the true meaning behind that smile.

He Zhiyao opened her eyes wide and stared at Fu Chuji in front of her. She was not bewitched by his handsome appearance at all. Instead, she subconsciously took two steps back, her bright eyes darting around as she quickly thought of a way to deal with him.

In that instant, as if she had suddenly thought of a good idea, He Zhiyao's face blossomed into a bright smile like spring flowers.

She quickly reached into the box and pulled out a packet of compressed biscuits and a bottle of mineral water. Then, she strode over to Fu Chuji, held them high, and said as if presenting treasures:

"Brother, you've worked so hard just now! Have some cookies and some water."

As she spoke, she thoughtfully tore open the biscuit packaging and unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle.

Fu Chuji narrowed his eyes slightly, observing He Zhiyao's fawning expression with great interest. A faint smile appeared on his lips as he asked softly, "Oh? Trying to please me?"

Upon hearing this, He Zhiyao quickly waved her hand in denial, saying, "No way! Brother, I just saw that you've been fighting zombies outside all day, and you must be tired and hungry, so I wanted to bring you some food."

As she spoke, her big, watery eyes blinked, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

He Zhiyao's arms were already sore from holding them up, but Fu Chuji remained sitting on the bed, unhurried. After a while, he finally reluctantly accepted the cookies and mineral water.

However, when he took his first bite of the compressed biscuit, his brows furrowed instantly. He then tossed the biscuit, which he had only taken a small bite of, onto the bedside table and refused to look at it again.

In contrast, the bottle of mineral water was more popular. Fu Chuji tilted his head back and gulped down more than half of the bottle before stopping, satisfied.

Meanwhile, He Zhiyao wisely retreated to the corner, obediently squatted down, and began to enjoy her own portion of compressed biscuits.

Although the cookies weren't exactly delicious, they were good enough to fill my stomach.

As He Zhiyao chewed her food, she savored the rare tranquility and satisfaction. Her slightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and she looked relaxed and at ease.

Fu Chuji narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze falling on He Zhiyao, who was enjoying the food in her hands with a contented expression. Was she satisfied with just that?

However, that wicked thought in his heart grew wildly like weeds.

Fu Chuji's lips curled into a wicked smile as he said unhurriedly, "As long as you compensate me for all these bottled water and compressed biscuits, I will let bygones be bygones for your attempt to push me out of the car and try to kill me. How about it?"

Upon hearing this, He Zhiyao's eyes widened in astonishment.

These things were her lifeline in this harsh environment. If she handed them all over, wouldn't that be the same as taking her life directly? It would only delay her death a little.

Thinking of this, she bit her lip tightly. Although she was extremely unwilling, she did not dare to utter a sound in front of Fu Chuji, whose strength far surpassed her own.

She lowered her head, once again considering the possibility of killing the person in front of her.

Fu Chuji is the male lead! She really doesn't dare to gamble.