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

They were very close. Meng Xiaoyou tilted her head back, and her hot breath sprayed onto Pei Sinian's neck, the alluring sweetness filling his nostrils.

He turned his head and pushed Meng Xiaoyou back onto the bed. Seeing her staring longingly at the flowerpot in his hand, he remained silent for a while before returning the mushrooms to Meng Xiaoyou.

Meng Xiaoyou held the flowerpot, her slender white fingers rummaging through it, and said with concern, "In the future, talk things out properly, don't kill mushrooms, look, you've almost ruined them."

Pei Sinian straightened up and glanced at her.

He didn't hit it with much force; he was mainly trying to scare Meng Xiaoyou. The mushroom wasn't even cracked, so how could it be bad?

He flicked his finger at the mushroom again, and Meng Xiaoyou was so frightened that she hugged her little mushroom cluster tightly, her head bobbing up like a rattle drum, "Back off, back off, back off!"

Pei Sinian: "..."

"I wish you could talk." Meng Xiaoyou glanced at him furtively.

She clearly remembered seeing the horde of zombies behind Pei Sinian when she was out of her mind.

She tried to pull him away, but her body collapsed weakly, and she knew nothing more after that.

It must have been very dangerous. I wonder how Pei Sinian managed to lead her away from the zombie horde.

He is mute and writes slowly and clumsily, so it must be very difficult for him to write on paper.

Moreover, he seemed to be in a bad mood. Meng Xiaoyou didn't want to get beaten up, so she awkwardly protected Mushroom and curled up on the bed, not daring to move.

Before she knew it, another wave of fatigue washed over her. She sneezed, her eyelids growing heavier and heavier. Shaking her head, she mustered her strength and asked, "Are there still zombies downstairs?"

Pei Sinian nodded, "There are some not only downstairs, but also upstairs."

Meng Xiaoyou felt a sense of despair. It was over; she was going to be surrounded by zombies again.

She sniffed and curled up drowsily in the blankets.

Forget it, forget it. Thinking about it only makes me feel hopeless. I might as well go to sleep and talk about it tomorrow.

Sleeping again?

Pei Sinian frowned. He had already slept for a day and a night since he returned. Why was he still sleeping?

He stepped forward, lifted the blanket, and revealed the silkworms inside.

The little girl's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were tightly closed, her butterfly-like eyelashes trembled uncomfortably, and she would sniffle from time to time and breathe through her mouth.

I'm sick...

A long-forgotten word.

He had forgotten his memories of being a zombie, and only had a vague understanding of the word, as if humans would die if they got sick and weren't treated properly.

Pei Sinian frowned, bent down and pulled her into his arms, pressing his palm against hers. He could vaguely feel that Meng Xiaoyou's forehead was much warmer than usual.

His hands were so cold that the sick mushroom crawled over and pitifully rubbed its head against them, its voice hoarse: "Pei... Pei Sinian, I feel unwell... cold..."

It's so cold. She should like being cold, but her whole body aches.

Since figuring out how to grow mushrooms last time, Pei Sinian has encountered the second major problem in his life.

How to take care of sick food reserves.

Other organisms raise reserve food, which will be eaten once they are fattened up.

Other food reserves are eaten by the sick before they die.

And he was unwilling to speak... This is not the mindset a hunter should have towards his prey.

Pei Sinian sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, letting Meng Xiaoyou move around on him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her head pressed against his well-defined profile, and she called his name in a sticky, affectionate voice.

"Pei Sinian~"

"Pei Sinian, I'm cold..."

One sentence after another, with names and surnames but not distant, even carrying a strong sense of dependence.

At this moment, he was like her only pillar, the only zombie she could rely on.

We need to save them!

This wasn't the zombies' idea of ​​food reserves, but Pei Sinian's.

At this moment, she was no longer a reserve of food.

He lowered his eyes, and ripples spread across his gray pupils hidden by his eyelashes. Even Pei Sinian was unaware of the warmth emanating from his eyes.

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Meng Xiaoyou slept in a daze for a long time. The sun set and rose again. As the first rays of light fell, her body seemed to feel much better. She felt warm and her body was covered in sweat.

She opened her eyes, feeling as if she had just escaped death and returned to the world of the living.

Plants like these don't get sick, except for insects.

Before this, the cowardly mushroom had never experienced a human being sick with a cold or fever. The mushroom was a little dazed, its body felt weak and powerless. Fortunately, it didn't hurt as much as before, and it didn't feel cold.

The long-lost roar of zombies was gone from my ears; it was as if they had all vanished overnight.

She was curled up in the blankets when she suddenly noticed something in the bed. Looking down, she saw a row of... hot water bottles?

It's still warm to the touch?

No wonder it was freezing cold in the first half of the night, but then it got warm... Was it Pei Sinian?

Just then, the door opened.

Sunlight streamed down on the man, casting a golden glow on his handsome face. He saw that Meng Xiaoyou had woken up, hesitated for a few seconds, then went out again. When he returned, he had a glass of warm water and a box of medicine in his hand.

Meng Xiaoyou lay limp on the bed, not wanting to move. It took her a lot of effort to sit up. She blinked and asked, "Did you make the hot water bottle?"

Pei Sinian placed the water glass on the bedside table, then casually took out a pen and a small piece of paper from his shirt pocket, slowly wrote something on them, and handed them to Meng Xiaoyou.

No, it was caused by zombies.

Last night, he gathered zombies to plunder the supermarket. After the apocalypse, many things in the supermarket were looted, but hot water bottles were easy to find and no one paid attention to them.

Pei Sinian didn't know how to treat human illnesses, and all he could command were zombies.

So, as a last resort, he said she was cold, and this was the only way he could help her... Her forehead was too hot, and he was afraid something might happen to her little brain, so he used his own body temperature to cool her down. After a whole night of this back and forth, they finally made it through without any problems.

She's awake now and can take her medication.

Pei Sinian opened the medicine box, and when he looked up, he saw Meng Xiaoyou staring at him intently: "Thank you." But why was she being sarcastic about the mushroom?

Mushroom had just recovered from a fever and wasn't thinking clearly. It wasn't until after asking that question that she realized there were only two people in the library. Who else could have gotten the hot water bottle if not Pei Sinian?

She mumbled a few words and asked hesitantly, "There are zombies downstairs, how did you get out? Are you alright?"

Even though he's so sick, you're still concerned about him.

Pei Sinian handed her two pills and then wrote a note.

The zombies downstairs have dispersed.

"That's great." Meng Xiaoyou's eyes lit up. She took the medicine and warm water he handed her, and just as she was about to eat, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the medicine box lying to the side.

That's strange, I'm not sure, let me take another look.

The huge "Enteritis Relief Tablets" caught Meng Xiaoyou's eye. She remembered Xiao Moqiong saying that you could see the effects of the medicine on the tablets.

She carefully considered the original owner's memories, and everything that happened last night should be what humans usually call a cold and high fever, but the name didn't seem quite right.

So Meng Xiaoyou didn't eat it, picked up the box, and took a closer look.

"Clears heat and promotes diuresis, regulates qi, and is used for diarrhea caused by damp-heat in the large intestine!"

She stiffly raised her head and asked in a hoarse voice with difficulty, "This medicine?"

Mr. Zombie didn't even blink, calmly raising and lowering his pen.

Eat it, and you'll get better!

He even drew a trembling exclamation mark, his high-bridged nose supporting a pair of glasses, his calm and handsome face, and his whole being exuded the word "reliable".

Meng Xiaoyou: "...?"

Do you want to see what kind of medicine you have?

Instead of reflecting on his own actions, the man stared at her with a faintly threatening look, as if he were looking at a child who was being unreasonable and trying to avoid taking his medicine.

Meng Xiaoyou forced herself to ask, "Is this medicine absolutely necessary?"