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

In the quiet room, the dim light attracted moths from outside. The tenacious moths struggled against the transparent glass window, but eventually got tangled in a spider web in the corner of the window.

It flapped its wings, trying to escape the spider web's control, but the web only clung tighter and tighter until its entire wing was stuck to the white spider web, unable to struggle any longer.

Just like the heartbeat of a zombie, even though we know that zombies don't need a heartbeat, we can't help but let it beat.

The zombie wasn't breathing either; at this moment, he was holding his breath, which made the beating of his chest even more noticeable.

Since Mr. Zombie became conscious, he has been careless in everything he does, except for raising his food reserves into a little prince. He has never made a mistake.

Now, I can't even hold a pen anymore.

He hesitated for a few seconds, then picked up the pen from the ground.

Fountain pens are most vulnerable to being dropped. He stared at the "broken" nib, his mind a jumble of thoughts.

My pen broke, so it seems I won't be able to give a lecture today.

The water-based ability cleaned the ink off the floor surface, and the pen was capped and put away.

The man's expression remained normal. He picked up the little girl and skillfully washed her, placed her on the bed, covered her with a blanket, and then lay down as well, stiffly, even trying to play dead as if she were asleep.

He appeared calm, but from Meng Xiaoyou's perspective, something was definitely off.

It is often said that the calm before the storm is the most terrifying.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation!

The timid mushroom curled up cautiously under the covers, her chin hidden beneath them, revealing only a pair of large, watery eyes that shone brightly even in the dim light, as if they contained shattered starlight.

Pei Sinian turned his head, pinched her eyelids with his fingertips, and manually closed her bright eyes.

Beneath his fingertips lay a soft surface. Her eyelashes trembled uneasily, brushing against his skin like tiny brushes. An unusual itch, accompanied by a tingling sensation, traveled to the tip of his heart.

He abruptly withdrew his hand.

The mushrooms, however, refused to behave and opened their eyes.

It was still damn bright. The zombie was in a state of utter confusion, but he pretended to be calm, coldly turning his gaze away and looking out the window.

Just then, I spotted a spider, followed its web to the moth's location, and began to nibble at it bit by bit.

He frowned, and suddenly felt something warm approaching him.

The familiar sweetness, like a spider devouring a moth, gradually enveloped the zombie.

The person, unaware of the seriousness of the situation, clung to his arm and moved closer.

"If your pen breaks, you can write on your hand."

She extended her hand.

Even in the apocalypse, she was well taken care of, except that all the fat went to her face, and she didn't gain any weight on her body. Her fingers were slender, fair, and her nails were neatly trimmed and had a light pink tinge.

It should smell delicious if you take a bite.

The zombie thought this to himself, his body stiff and motionless, letting the mushrooms crawl all over him.

He didn't make a move, and Mushroom became even more uneasy.

"Angry?"

"Go ahead and write. I'm only kissing you because you've been lying here for days, your body's stiff."

"If you don't move, I get anxious. If I accidentally kiss you, your heart starts pounding. And when your heart starts pounding, I can't help but kiss you a few more times."

"If you're not happy about it, then kiss me back."

Mushroom repeated herself, still feeling wronged, because her lips were swollen from performing CPR on him.

So what if his face is swollen? At least he's alive.

Humans are such a hassle; they get angry after just a couple of kisses.

Mushroom clung to the man's arm, looking aggrieved, and strained to stretch her neck to bring her cheek close to his mouth.

He could kiss her if he just looked up slightly.

The fresh scent of humans fearlessly pressed against his lips and nose, as if awakening his zombie bloodline. Pei Sinian's forehead veins throbbed, and he reached out to push it away, but then stopped.

If he pushes her away roughly, will the little fool cry for a long time?

Tolerate!

He ground his fangs and silently turned his head to the side.

Forget about kissing, his face was swollen; he clearly bit me.

That clueless idiot, if he bites her, he can poke at her tomorrow and her corpse will be hard again.

You can't push it, you can't bite it.

And yet, it's still so sticky to zombies.

Mr. Zombie's chest heaved for a moment, then he skillfully tore the disobedient creature from his arms, wrapped her in a blanket, rolled her into a silkworm-like shape, and put her back. He then pinched her face with his finger bones as a warning and let out a hiss from his throat.

Threat!

Meng Xiaoyou only showed her eyes. Seeing that Pei Sinian didn't intend to hold it against her for kissing him, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then whispered, "Did you hurt your throat?"

Pei Sinian glanced at her, then lay down with his back to her.

Meng Xiaoyou: "You've been sleeping for three or four days already, why are you still sleeping? Even the pigs in the next production team are more diligent than you."

Pei Sinian: "..."

Alright, same as always, no one should sleep.

He suddenly stood up, and a moment later, a sobbing sound came from the empty room.

"No... my bubbles."

……

Meng Xiaoyou didn't fall asleep until late at night. The next morning, she got up, hugged her two pots of small mushrooms, lay down on the bed, and ignored everyone.

This morning, I was warned by the man again not to put my mouth near his mouth unnecessarily.

Perhaps fearing a misunderstanding like last time, the zombie added two words to her palm this time.

【Danger!!!】

Three exclamation marks!

Meng Xiaoyou didn't understand what he meant.

What danger could there be in getting close to him?

In Mushroom's opinion, Pei Sinian was the safest person; how could he be in danger?

All excuses.

However, to prevent giving him a reason to rob Bubble, Mushroom kept this in mind and always kept his distance, ostensibly because of the danger.

Even though I did it according to Pei Sinian's instructions, for some reason the zombies don't seem happy.

Meng Xiaoyou thought this person was really strange.

Getting close to him makes me unhappy, but staying away from him makes me unhappy too.

She didn't understand human temperaments, and Pei Sinian was clearly not normal. Fearing that he might have a mental problem, Mushroom decided to ask Tang Shengnan.

It's best to get treatment as soon as possible if you're sick.

When I went downstairs at noon, the stairwell had already been cleaned. The old lady who cleaned the stairwell didn't have any superpowers and could only stay in the base by doing physical work.

She was talking to others about how they found someone lying bloodied on the stairwell this morning, still barely breathing. Later, Dongfang Lie sent people to drag him back. Apparently, he was seriously injured and hasn't regained consciousness yet.

Mushroom guessed that he must have been swept away by the flood yesterday and hit his head, or that his brain got waterlogged.

Mushroom quickly put these questions out of her mind. While Pei Sinian was using the base kitchen to make lunch, she asked Tang Shengnan, "Why doesn't Pei Sinian let me get close to him? He gets upset if I don't get close to him?"

Tang Shengnan raised an eyebrow: "When did this happen?"

"In bed last night."

Tang Shengnan exclaimed, "Men, even if they say no, they actually want it. He definitely wants to sleep with you, but he's too proud to admit it and is being difficult. Let me tell you, we can't indulge this. When it comes to sleeping together, we shouldn't listen to them; we need to take control."

Mushroom's expression was serious: "But he won't let me sleep with you, how can I maintain control?"

Tang Shengnan suddenly realized a serious problem: the two of them seemed to be on completely different wavelengths when it came to going to bed.

They said he did the splits.

Seeing that the pretty girl looked confused, Tang Shengnan pondered, "If I lead you astray, your man won't hit me, will he?"

mushroom:"???"

Tang Shengnan waved her hand: "Come, come, let me tell you about it."

Meng Xiaoyou eagerly went over, and the more she listened, the wider her eyes widened. She would occasionally let out a gasp, and soon she was drenched in sweat.

So, when Pei Sinian returned, he noticed that the little fool's gaze seemed a bit off...