A cute, timid mushroom mistakenly takes the zombie king for her boyfriend and sticks close to him.

Meng Xiaoyou is a mushroom, and the plants in Plants vs. Zombies don't have heartbeats.

She has now adapted to the human body, and her heart beats fast with even the slightest strenuous exercise.

As long as a person is alive, their heart will beat.

However, no matter how she touched him, Pei Sinian's chest did not rise or fall at all; it was as cold as a corpse.

Undeterred, she helped the man back to his previous position, braced his elbow against the table, and then supported his chin.

But this man cheated. He was sitting there looking very smug, but now that she's manually arranging things for him, he tilts his head and slams it straight onto the table.

Fortunately, Meng Xiaoyou helped him back in time, letting him lean against the back of the chair, and then she leaned her head over and pressed her ear against his chest.

bang bang bang-

Oh dear, there's a heartbeat!

Meng Xiaoyou was happy for only a few seconds when she suddenly realized that it wasn't a man's heartbeat, but hers.

"When a person's heart stops beating, they die..."

I was cooking for her just now, so it's impossible.

"No, you can't be dead. You must be sick. I've heard that when people are feeling unwell, they just need to sleep for a couple of days and they'll feel better."

Meng Xiaoyou struggled to help him upstairs, but the man was uncooperative. He was too tall, so she half-dragged him up, making thumping noises all the way. When they reached the office upstairs, she helped the man lie down and glanced at his long legs guiltily.

He was sleeping so soundly.

She squatted beside the man's bed, her arms draped over the bed, staring at him and murmuring to herself, "Just one day. I'm leaving tomorrow. Remember to say goodbye to me."

Silence followed. The room felt empty. Meng Xiaoyou tilted her head, reluctant to leave.

What if he really gets sick and wakes up in the middle of the night wanting to water the plants—no, wait, wanting to drink water?

She decided to wait, since she was leaving anyway.

The office bed wasn't big, and the tall man lay flat, taking up almost all the space. Meng Xiaoyou wanted to find a blanket to cover him, but found that there wasn't one in the office.

She went back to her room, took a thin blanket, and covered the man with it, hoping that he wouldn't be cold.

After all that fuss, Meng Xiaoyou started to feel sleepy and sat on the edge of the bed, dozing off. In the sweltering heat of the second half of the night, she instinctively sought out cool places and unknowingly ended up on the bed, curling up next to the man like a clingy kitten in its owner's arms.

Her fair cheeks gently pressed against the man's shoulder, but even under a blanket, they remained cool and couldn't be warmed up.

She gently rubbed against him, absorbing the coolness of his skin through the thin fabric, her eyelids growing heavier until she slowly closed her eyes.

The next morning, as the morning sun shone into the room and the temperature slowly rose, a beautiful couple embraced. The woman was in a bold pose, lying on top of the man. She seemed to be dreaming about something, her lips slightly downturned, as if she was bubbling with anger.

She was startled awake when the bubble popped with a "pop."

Meng Xiaoyou subconsciously looked down at Pei Sinian.

He remained in the same position as last night, like a corpse, devoid of any vitality.

"Human?" Her voice trembled as she reached out to touch his face, but then, as if remembering something, she quickly pulled her hand back and jumped off the bed.

"I knew you were a germaphobe. I'll go wash up and then come back to wake you up." Meng Xiaoyou was very quick. She returned with a wet towel in no time and sat on the edge of the bed to wipe his face.

"Human? Wake up! Didn't you always get up early to go out and forage for food?" Meng Xiaoyou's soft voice trembled slightly as she stubbornly nestled in his arms to listen for a heartbeat.

The answer is no.

She bit her lower lip lightly, couldn't hold back, and burst into tears.

Really dead!

A perfectly healthy person just died.

She didn't know any other humans and didn't know what to do, after all, he was the first friend she had ever made.

The thought of never seeing him again brought tears to Meng Xiaoyou's eyes, and she covered her face as she ran out.

At the door, after a night, the lame zombie hadn't lost his mind. Instead, he waited for Meng Xiaoyou to come out early, grabbed her, and yelled that he wanted to eat.

Seeing Meng Xiaoyou's red eyes, it tilted its head and said, "Roar?"

Meng Xiaoyou cried uncontrollably, "Someone's dead! Someone's dead!"

Zombie: "Roar!"

I died too.

It's a zombie, not a human.

Meng Xiaoyou's crying suddenly stopped. Her clear eyes, as if washed by water, were bright and spirited, sparkling with tiny lights as she looked at the lame zombie with hope: "Why don't you go in and bite him, so he can turn into a zombie and won't die?"

The lame zombie had been dead for many days, and this was the first time it had ever seen a human make such a request. It shook its head and roared.

No, I've reformed.

It bared its big yellow teeth to indicate that there was no blood on its teeth and it wouldn't bite anymore.

The lame zombie's refusal was obvious, and Meng Xiaoyou, not daring to grab the unfamiliar zombie, had no choice but to give up.

She dejectedly took it to another supermarket, fed it, and then carried a shovel back home.

After walking around the library, we arrived at a green area behind the library and started digging a hole.

Although it's called a green belt, everything in the world has changed since the apocalypse, and the tender grass here has already withered and turned yellow in the summer. Fortunately, the soil is also much looser, so Meng Xiaoyou didn't have much trouble digging it up.

By the afternoon, her stomach was growling, and she had no appetite. The thought of the man feeding her yesterday made Meng Xiaoyou's nose tingle.

By the time they finished digging a small pit, it was almost dusk.

She hurried upstairs, her eyes red, and helped the silent man downstairs.

He looked thin, but he wasn't skinny; on the contrary, he had a certain weight. Meng Xiaoyou took a few steps and dragged him for a while, using a lot of effort, and finally dragged him into the pit.

The man lay flat on his back with his hands on his abdomen. The afterglow of the setting sun fell on his handsome features. When he closed his eyes, he looked less cold and more refined. His gold-rimmed glasses were a little crooked, so Meng Xiaoyou straightened them for him. His wet eyes were a little red and swollen, and his voice was hoarse.

"Human, this is all I can do."

Humans often say that one should be buried in the ground for peace.

He looked good even when he died; it's better than him becoming a zombie.

Humans who have been eaten by zombies, missing limbs, are definitely not something he, who is very clean, would want to see.

Meng Xiaoyou sniffled, wiping half of her tears with the back of her hand, picked up a shovel, and buried it with a single shovelful.

Just then, the man in the pit trembled slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

Having not been in contact with bubbles all night, this time, he was not greeted by the familiar darkness.

Instead... a shovelful of dirt.

The dirty soil mixed with withered grass rushed towards him, sprinkling onto his handsome face, which was as exquisitely sculpted as ice and snow, and even fine dust got into his mouth.

"……roar?"