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

Hey?

Everything happened so fast. In a daze, Meng Xiaoyou seemed to hear something yelling, but she didn't care about that. She dropped the shovel in her hand and scrambled to pull the man out.

"You opened your eyes?" Meng Xiaoyou was afraid she was seeing things. The whole mushroom was hanging on him. She hurriedly took off his glasses, which were covered in dirt, and met a pair of eyes that seemed as calm as an ancient well.

Pei Sinian, who was always very clean, now had a layer of dirt and weeds covering his hair, his white clothes were dirty, and he was sitting in the dirt that looked like a garbage dump. Every minute and every second was torture.

He had a stash of food in his arms that didn't know its own weight, and it was jumping around and even tried to pry open his eyelids.

Last night, he overexerted himself controlling the zombies and eventually succumbed to sleep after dinner.

I slept quite soundly.

I woke up to find the sky had fallen.

His legs still felt strange. He lifted his trouser leg and saw that they were covered in bruises. He wondered what kind of torture he had endured while he was unconscious.

He rubbed his temples, his cold gaze fixed on the ill-fated grain reserves.

She was very close, her face and nose red from crying, her beautiful eyes swollen and her eyelashes wet, rubbing against him, unaware that any of her actions would trigger a feeding signal in the zombie's eyes.

Pei Sinian's Adam's apple bobbed as he tore the reserve food off his body.

His expression was cold and he looked somewhat fierce. In the past, Little Mushroom would have cowered and hidden away long ago, but now, she was both surprised and delighted: "Thank goodness you're not dead!"

Overwhelmed with joy, Meng Xiaoyou suddenly realized something was wrong, and a hint of doubt appeared on her delicate face: "I clearly remember that you didn't have a heartbeat."

So they buried him?

Pei Sinian glanced at the dirty dirt, then suddenly stood up and took Meng Xiaoyou back.

He entered the room, went upstairs, dropped off his food supplies, and rushed into the bathroom in one swift motion, completely devoid of his usual composure.

Meng Xiaoyou sniffed and obediently squatted down at the door to wait.

After a while, the door was opened, and the man was wearing a white bathrobe that covered him completely, with only a section of his fair and slender neck showing. Water droplets dripped from his forehead and fell down his sharp and smooth jawline.

He pursed his thin lips, looked down at the mushroom-growing grain reserves, and his gaze was extremely imposing.

It's like... watching a heartless little ingrate.

He went to great lengths to feed her last night.

She almost buried him today.

The thought of the dirt clinging to his body made Pei Sinian feel uncomfortable, even though he was a mindless zombie. He slammed the door shut again and continued washing.

He finally finished his work late into the night, sitting by the window on the first floor, his fingertips lightly tapping the table. His world-weary eyes, filled with a cold and indifferent aura, fell on Meng Xiaoyou.

Please provide further explanation.

Meng Xiaoyou shrank back pitifully and whispered in protest, "Your heart has stopped beating. You need to be buried. Don't look at me like that. You can't see me anyway."

Little did she know that humans, these wondrous creatures, could come back to life.

It wasn't in the original owner's memories.

Meng Xiaoyou found it strange and mustered up her courage to ask, "Can I touch your heart again?"

She dared to say that.

Mr. Zombie, with a sullen and handsome face, slapped away her outstretched little paw, gave her a smirk full of mockery.

Knowing she was in the wrong, Meng Xiaoyou nervously picked at her fingers and stole glances at him from time to time.

The atmosphere was tense between the corpse and the mushroom until a gurgling sound was heard. Pei Sinian lowered his eyes, slowly got up, cleaned the pot from last night, boiled water, and awkwardly cooked a bowl of noodles.

Place it in front of Meng Xiaoyou.

The timid mushroom was deeply moved. "You are such a good person. I haven't eaten all day because I was collecting your body."

"..." Pei Sinian pretended not to hear her cursing him as a human being, told her to go eat, and then looked around the bookshelf, took out paper and pen, and wrote crookedly.

By the time Meng Xiaoyou finished her meal, Pei Sinian had also finished writing his calligraphy.

The zombie's knuckles were very stiff. He wrote a piece and finally managed to write three decent-looking characters.

It's his name.

Pei Sinian

He doesn't call people by their names; he has his own name. He might as well tell her that to avoid her constantly calling him a person.

As a result, the few large characters he painstakingly wrote only received a slight tilt of his head from the grain reserve: "What's there to be sad about?"

Pei Sinian: "..."

If zombies had blood pressure, it would be red-hot by now.

Mr. Zombie remained calm and wrote down his thoughts in a low voice.

【裴斯si年nian】

Meng Xiaoyou suddenly realized: "Pei Sinian!"

It's not her fault. The Cowardly Mushrooms have been fighting zombies alongside the plants ever since they grew out of the soil, and Dave never taught them any human books.

You could say that the Timid Mushroom is an illiterate mushroom.

Her remaining knowledge of the modern world all came from the original owner's memories.

Moreover, some of the original owner's memories were very vague, making it really difficult for her to learn to read.

She slurped up the last mouthful of soup, mumbling indistinctly, "My name is Meng Xiaoyou, you know me."

Pei Sinian glanced indifferently at the grain reserves, put on plastic gloves, and cleaned up the dishes she had finished eating.

"It's great that you're alright. I was a little worried, so let's stay here for a few more days." Meng Xiaoyou was still a little concerned about him.

Pei Sinian paused, as if to say he was still going?

Think beautifully.

This time, Mr. Zombie didn't lock the mushroom in the house again, but instead allowed the little mushroom to go out "hunting".

This time, the little mushroom learned human names and kept calling out "Pei Sinian" all day long.

She would go out during the day, but at night she would insist on squeezing into a room with him to observe his situation, and every now and then she would stretch out her mushroom-shaped white claws to try to touch the man's chest.

Pei Sinian, accustomed to this, captured him on the spot.

Meng Xiaoyou sheepishly withdrew her small hand, her bright black and white eyes darting around. "Just let me touch you, I'm afraid you might accidentally die again."

The fact that humans can come back to life without their hearts stopping remains an unsolved mystery.

Meng Xiaoyou wondered if he had a heartbeat.

The doubts in one's heart cannot be resolved without touching them.

Pei Sinian was quite lenient with the grain reserves in other matters, but he wouldn't allow anyone to touch them, no matter what.

He pinched her cheek with his knuckles, making her face turn bright red and her eyes fill with tears. Finally, she behaved herself.

Necrotic.

Meng Xiaoyou muttered to herself, hiding by the bed, "You won't let me touch you, huh?"

She sneaked around at night, determined not to believe he wasn't asleep!

So, Meng Xiaoyou left seemingly unintentionally, and in the dead of night, when all was quiet, Maomao sneaked in and carefully approached the bedside by the moonlight.

The man lay flat on his back as always, his hands folded over his abdomen. Moonlight streamed through the transparent glass window, casting a silvery glow on his face, making it appear cold and bloodless.

The air was silent, with only Meng Xiaoyou's breathing. She squatted by the bed, her palms sweating with nervousness, her fair and delicate hands carefully reaching out.

Little by little, she approached the man's broad chest.

However, just then, cold fingers gripped her slender wrist with a bit too much force, leaving a red mark on her skin, causing Meng Xiaoyou to gasp in pain.

When she looked up, she found that the man had opened his eyes at some point. His eyebrows were lowered, his large hand held her firmly, and his thin lips were pursed in displeasure.

Seems angry.