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

Did you just speak?

Meng Xiaoyou watched as Pei Sinian's lips opened and closed, seemingly speaking.

She was overjoyed, as if she had discovered a treasure, and gripped his strong, powerful arm tightly. "Can you speak?"

Since meeting this male "human," most of the time it's been timid mushroom talking to herself. Although she's timid and not very good at speaking human language, she feels lonely when no one responds.

If he could speak, we could chat; why would we need to guess what he's thinking?

The little girl's bright, clear eyes stared expectantly at Pei Sinian's mouth. If she weren't only up to his chest, she would have loved to pry his mouth open herself.

Pei Sinian brushed her little hand away, his thin, pale lips pressed into a straight line, and the air pressure around him seemed to drop even lower.

His cold and indifferent expression grew increasingly chilly. Due to the communication barrier, Meng Xiaoyou couldn't guess what he was thinking at all, and assumed that he was angry because she had gone out without permission.

But she was in the right.

She cleared her throat and said confidently, "My arms and legs are mine, and I can go wherever I want. You have no right to interfere with my freedom, and besides, I'm not holding you back."

Pei Sinian lowered his eyelids and stared coldly at the empty darkness, retorting in his heart: Still not aware of his mistake!

Meng Xiaoyou shifted the blame: "Next time, if you invite me along and I follow behind you, this kind of thing won't happen, right?"

Pei Sinian: All the bubbles were given to the other zombies, how could he get any?

Next time you take her out, won't you just give her to other zombies and not him?

"Don't worry about it so much. Open the door first, and we'll talk about it when we get home. It wouldn't be good if we attracted zombies."

Pei Sinian's expression remained unchanged, but he could sense a familiar zombie crouching in the corner, observing them.

He pushed up his slipping glasses and casually turned his head toward the limping zombie.

The thud of kneecaps hitting the ground grew fainter and fainter, until only a mushroom and a grumpy zombie remained in front of the door.

Mr. Zombie pushed aside the little mushroom, his slender fingers deftly unlocking the door and walking inside.

Meng Xiaoyou followed along eagerly, and said mysteriously, "This trip wasn't entirely fruitless. You don't know, I brought back a big piece of frozen meat."

She summoned a special spatial bubble, popped it with her fingertip, and a plastic bag containing about two pounds of beef fell out. She placed it on the table and boasted, "I'm amazing, aren't I?"

Pei Sinian's handsome face finally showed a slight change. His brow twitched slightly, and his brow arches rose, as if he was about to praise the mushroom.

The cowardly mushroom smugly said, "You know about superpowers, right? My superpower is bubbles. I have a space to store things. While the bubbles were blocking the zombies, I stole a piece of meat from one of the zombies' hands."

I don't know why several zombies teamed up to go to the supermarket to get meat. Maybe they couldn't get any people and were driven by their appetites.

Meng Xiaoyou guessed that it was the zombies who encountered the male humans who were looking for food while they were carrying meat. Fortunately, she arrived in time, saving the humans and taking the zombies' meat.

Unfortunately, her space wasn't large enough to hold more than two kilograms, so she couldn't take the meat from the other zombies. Even so, the cowardly mushroom felt that she had done something great.

In the past, in the plant kingdom, each plant had its own strengths, except for the Timid Mushroom, which had low attack power and was also timid. It would hide and cry when a zombie got close.

But the plants never looked down on the cowardly mushroom; they even coaxed her. When she blew a bubble and it didn't hit a zombie, the plants praised her for making the bubble beautiful.

This made the timid mushroom feel powerless; she hadn't done anything, yet the praise made her feel unworthy.

Now she's snatching food from the mouths of corpses—she's really something!

Meng Xiaoyou sat opposite Pei Sinian, her two delicate white hands resting on the table like a cat's paws, her exquisite eyebrows slightly upturned, and her dark eyes seemed to be adorned with starlight.

Waiting for praise!

As expected, the man opposite him raised his hand, which had distinct knuckles, was icy cold, and was perfect for sticking to a mushroom.

Do you want me to pat your head?

Plants don't have hands. Before coming here, the cowardly mushroom had only been patted on the head by the entangled seaweed. The seaweed vines were wet and icy cold, just like the body temperature of a male human.

It must feel so good to pat someone's head.

Although men usually scare women with a cold face, this time they must have found her useful.

Meng Xiaoyou mustered her courage and cautiously leaned closer, her inner purple umbrella shaking with delight.

Before she could even feel bubbly with happiness, she suddenly felt a sharp pain on her forehead.

Instead of placing his hand on her head as expected, the man tapped her full forehead with his finger.

The pain made her eyes water.

The little girl covered her head with her hands, her obsidian-like eyes filled with tears, and glistening purple bubbles fell from the corners of her reddened eyes as she accused her aggrievedly, "Why did you hit me?"

She's so capable! Snatching food from the mouths of zombies—she's so proud!

Pei Sinian relied on his senses to trace the corner of her eye with his fingertips, touching the bubble. His vision returned, and the first thing he saw was her pitiful yet unrepentant and extremely defiant look.

So many bags of meat were supposed to be hers, but she ruined everything, and she's still gloating about it.

That's so stupid, how long will it take for him to gain weight like this?

His expression was indifferent, and he flicked his finger as if to tap her head again.

Meng Xiaoyou wasn't stupid. She quickly dodged away, curling up behind her small bookshelf. Taking advantage of the man's inability to see, she glared at him angrily, her voice soft and timid: "That's too much. You hit me for no reason. If you weren't the only human I've ever seen, I wouldn't care whether you live or die."

As a result, he was mean to her and even hit her with mushrooms.

Looking at the man's face, it was like a stone that could never be warmed...

Meng Xiaoyou sniffled, feeling wronged. "I originally only planned to stay here for a while before going to the base. Since you can take good care of yourself every day, I won't bother with you anymore."

Mushrooms are spoiled by plants and can't stand the slightest grievance.

It was afternoon outside, and the sun was blinding. She put all the food she had found on the shelf, saying, "I'll give you back what I ate from you before."

She wiped away her tears, choked back sobs, and rushed out the door. Completely oblivious to the man's changed gaze, he tried to get up and chase after her, but the zombie's body wasn't agile enough; he was no match for the cowardly mushroom. He could only watch helplessly as Meng Xiaoyou slipped away right under his nose.

With her forehead red from being hit, Meng Xiaoyou felt incredibly sad. Her eyelashes were wet with tears, hanging down like a stray cat that had been kicked out of its home.

Her stomach started rumbling again. She clutched her lower abdomen and went to the nearest supermarket to find food to return to him, so they could go their separate ways from then on.

After she ran away, Pei Sinian stood stiffly at the door, staring in the direction she left, his long eyelashes obscuring the dimness of his light gray pupils, his expression returning to its usual indifference.

His gaze narrowed slightly, his Adam's apple bobbed, and a low, distinctive growl, unique to zombies, stirred up all the nearby zombies.

Don't touch her.

He will deal with any food that doesn't obey his commands.

Before that, no one can move.