In a frigid apocalypse, she fed her boyfriend until he became a zombie king.

Wenren Lei questioned, "How could you do this? Didn't you say that only I could die first?"

Fu Yan lowered his head: "It's my fault..."

Wenren Lei interrupted him: "You died because of me again."

"Tears, don't think like that."

Wenren Lei suddenly flipped over and straddled him, grabbing the back of his head with one hand and roughly tearing at Fu Yan's clothes with the other: "Kiss me."

"Lei Lei, you're not feeling well right now, you should rest..."

Wenren Lei leaned down and covered his mouth with her own, her scalding tears falling one after another onto Fu Yan's face.

He took a breath and continued to try to kiss Fu Yan, knowing full well that he was in a bad state.

But he desperately needs to wake himself up from this nightmare.

He had tasted enough despair from losing Fu Yan in a day and a night. Only this most intense way could make him feel that Fu Yan was still safe and sound by his side.

……

Wenren Lei realized for the first time that Fu Yan could be so restrained in this kind of matter.

He lay on Fu Yan's newly changed bed and murmured, "You're not dead, are you?"

"He's not dead." Fu Yan pulled the blanket over him. "Would you like to eat something?"

"I have no appetite." Wenren Lei propped herself up to look at Fu Yan, whose eyes were even redder, like crystal-clear rubies.

Seeing that he was lost in thought, Fu Yan asked, "What's wrong?"

Wenren Lei resisted the urge to pluck it out and keep it as a keepsake: "Your eyes have become even more beautiful."

"My whole body is yours." Fu Yan leaned closer to him. "Want to pry it off and play with it?"

"No." Wenren Lei's eyelids began to droop. He hugged Fu Yan's waist tightly. "Don't leave me. Even if you go to take a shower, you have to take me with you."

Fu Yan kissed his forehead tenderly: "Okay."

Wenren Lei nestled in his arms and suddenly said, "I've always been curious about my parents' profession. Could they be researchers? That zombie king was my parents' research subject. She holds a grudge, so she came to Wenren's family to take revenge."

Fu Yan's dead heart was pounding wildly. He asked softly, "If that were really the case, what would you think?"

Wenren Lei closed his eyes and shook his head: "I don't know." After two seconds, he added, "I hate the apocalypse."

Once Wenrenlei was fast asleep, Fu Yan said, "Let's head to Yiyang's house now and pick her up as soon as possible."

A1-V immediately replied, "Yes, Master, we are proceeding according to the planned route."

Yi Yang's family lived in a new residential area with a low occupancy rate and sparse population, so they were relatively less affected by the disaster. The group easily brought Yi Yang's parents to the RV.

After a long and arduous journey, everyone finally brought their families to their side, and their tense spirits relaxed. Meanwhile, Wenren Lei was also in a semi-closed state.

After discussing it with the group, Fu Yan decided to find an open space on the outskirts of the city to rest for a few days before setting off again.

The elders on the bus were all honest people. They felt bad for being taken in by Fu Yan and Wenren Lei because of the trouble they had to go through with their families, and they took over all the work that Fu Yan was supposed to do.

Fu Yan now has more free time to spend with Wenren Lei.

After Fu Yansu woke up, Wenren Lei clung to him every step of the way, becoming frightened if she couldn't see him for even a minute.

After being squeezed in a confined space, Wenren Lei became somewhat afraid of the dark. For several nights in a row, she couldn't sleep with the lights off, not even a little bit dark. She could only fall asleep when the lights were on.

Fu Yan used his healing abilities to repeatedly repair Wenren Lei's entire body, preventing any hidden injuries. However, the wounds in her heart could only be healed slowly with time and companionship.

That day, the weather cleared up outside, and Yi Yang and his friends competed in using their supernatural abilities in the open space in front of their RV.

Everyone called Wenren Lei several times, but he refused to go out to play.

Fu Yan could only hold Wenren Lei in his arms on the second-floor terrace, basking in the sun. He gently lifted the person in his arms: "Aren't you going down to play with your friends?"

Wenren Lei hugged his neck tightly and shook her head, saying, "I want to go with you."

Fu Yan thought for a moment and suggested, "How about we call my brother?"

"it is good."

Fu Yan had spoken with Wenren Yu on the phone several times, repeatedly recounting the entire process of slaying the zombie king and Wenren Lei's current mental state.

Therefore, whenever Wenren Lei calls, Wenren Yu, no matter how busy she is, will stop what she is doing and talk to him seriously.

When the call connected, Wenren Lei visibly relaxed.

Wenren Yu knew that he had just experienced a major setback, so she was not in a hurry to ask him how long it would take to get to District 11. The child's mind was still in a mess, and it was normal that he couldn't remember to travel.

Wenren Yu chatted with him about his large courtyard, telling him that Gu Zhengming had already dug the fish pond and was now building a greenhouse for his aquaculture farm.

Wenren Lei listened quietly for a long time.

After finishing talking about the compound, Wenren Yu said gently after a brief silence, "Xiao Lei, it's time to try to move on."

Wenren Lei instinctively gripped the phone tighter and asked, "Brother, will new zombie kings appear in the future?"

"meeting."

Wenren Lei swallowed hard: "Will the Corpse King still come after our family?"

"Yes." Wenren Yu paused, then asked in a low voice, "Xiao Lei, do you want to always hide in Fu Yan's arms?"

Wenren Lei held the phone for a long time, then looked at Fu Yan beside her, raised her hand and pinched Fu Yan's cheek to make sure he was still there.

"Brother, can't I?" Wenren asked with tears in her eyes.

Wenren Yu said softly, "Of course you can. As long as you're willing, Fu Yan and your brother will always protect you."

Wenren Lei's mind suddenly went blank, as if shrouded in a fog.

He had always been happy to hide behind Fu Yan and Wenren Yu, from childhood to adulthood, but today he inexplicably sensed that something was wrong.

Even though he was still nestled in Fu Yan's arms, taking his care and protection for granted, and demanding that Wenren Yu protect him unconditionally, a strange sense of unease arose in his heart.

He glanced at Fu Yan blankly, then lowered his head, his gaze wandering aimlessly.

What exactly is different...?

A loud shout came from downstairs: "Holy crap, class monitor, what do you mean by electrocuting me?!"

Yi Yang said, "Didn't you say you were asking for affection?"

Yi Yang and Han Mingjie started bickering again, their laughter rising and falling in waves.

Wenren Lei looked up at Fu Yan, whose brows were furrowed as he stared at him. He instinctively asked, "Why isn't he smiling?"

Wenren Yu asked on the other end of the phone, "Who is it?"

Wenren tearfully asked, "Everyone is laughing, why isn't Brother Yan laughing?"

Wenren Yu asked slowly, "Everyone is laughing, did you laugh?"

Wenren Lei forced a smile, but found that she couldn't manage a laugh at all.

He was pondering quietly when suddenly his eyes widened.

He seemed to know what was different.

He is afraid.

In the past, he was not afraid to face his own problems, but he was willing to let Fu Yan and Wenren Yu worry about them, while he took the initiative to hide in the background and slack off.

But today was different. He realized that he was afraid—afraid of the Corpse King, afraid of that small, enclosed space, afraid of this apocalypse.

He didn't willingly hide in Fu Yan's arms today; he was kidnapped by fear and passively sought refuge.

He was afraid of this dangerous world.

Wenren Lei shook her head. No, it can't be like that.

If the Corpse King attacks again, he will pick up his weapon and fight, instead of hiding behind Fu Yan in fear.

Yes, this is the place, and it's different from before.