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

Wait until the surroundings quiet down.

Wenren Lei turned her head to look at Fu Yan. The man's profile was very alluring in the dim light. He tilted his head slightly and quickly stole a kiss.

Fu Yan turned his head to look over, and Wenren Lei grabbed his hand and wrote words on his palm with her fingertips: Should I change my habit of crying?

Fu Yan lowered his eyes and smiled faintly, holding Wenren Lei's hand and gently tracing his fingertips across Wenren Lei's palm: No need to change it, crying is a very good way to vent.

Wenren Lei felt a tingling sensation in his palm. He withdrew his hand, rubbed his face, and continued writing in Fu Yan's palm: Your expectations of me are too low.

Fu Yan lowered his eyes and continued writing: You're cute when you cry, especially in bed.

Wenren Lei's eyes widened slightly, and she looked back guiltily, thankfully no one was paying attention. To show off its technology, A1-V presented 3D naked-eye and surround sound effects to the fullest, and everyone was very engrossed in watching.

He tried to pull his hand back, but Fu Yan held it tightly, preventing him from doing so. Wenren Lei mouthed: "In public, you have no shame!"

Fu Yan placed a very light kiss on his palm and mouthed in response: I love you too.

Wenren Lei's heart pounded wildly. She abruptly pulled her hand back and covered her burning face.

Fu Yan reached out and put his arm around Wenren Lei's shoulder, pulling him into his embrace, and casually pinched his reddened earlobe.

Wenren Lei quietly shrank into Fu Yan's arms, took out a small notebook, wrote something, and held it up in front of Fu Yan: The coordinates Lan Peiyou mentioned before he died were around here, right?

Fu Yan nodded slightly in response.

Wenren Lei was annoyed by his aloof demeanor, so she handed the pen to Fu Yan and mouthed, "Write something back to me."

Fu Yan smiled and took Wenren Lei's hand in his, guiding him to write: Yes.

Wenren Lei, using the dim light of the movie screen to make out the handwriting, quickly wrote: "Let's go to the coordinates tomorrow and bring everyone's villas back with us."

Fu Yan nodded again.

Wenrenlei thoughtfully wrote: I'm sorry to trouble your space.

After he finished writing, he slowly drew a small emoticon on the back: ₍ᐢ‥ᐢ₎♡.

Looking at that expression, Fu Yan's vision of Wenren Lei's face flashed before his eyes, and he felt a surge of warmth from her cuteness.

Fu Yan tried her best to hold back, gently pinched his ear, and slowly wrote with her other hand wrapped around his hand: "The space is not hard, but my husband is."

Wenren Lei smiled, glancing around to make sure no one was paying attention. She quickly kissed Fu Yan's lips, then pulled away a moment later, smiling as she wrote: "Is it okay now, my husband?"

Fu Yan licked his lips and continued scribbling on the paper while holding his hand: Okay. Just don't always block your husband from seeing when you roll your eyes in the future.

Wenren Lei read the words clearly, her eyes widening in disbelief: "Holy crap..."

He glanced at everyone guiltily. The movie was showing a very abstract scene, and everyone was exclaiming "Holy crap!" so Wenrenlei's exclamation went unnoticed.

He quickly put the notebook back into his spatial storage, stomped hard on Fu Yan's instep, and muttered in a low voice, "Would you die if you didn't tell dirty jokes?"

Fu Yan gave a perfunctory promise: "I'll try my best."

The next day, before leaving home, Yi Yang recommended the most luxurious villa area in the area to Fu Yan.

Yi Yang is a local and has long wanted to stay in that old-money villa area.

Wenren Lei handed the meatballs to Cheng Nianli, patting his chest and assuring him, "Don't worry, the boss will bring you the most luxurious place, you can just move in with your bags."

Everyone showered Wenren Lei with praise, making him feel quite arrogant.

Fu Yan said, "If you like any of these apartments, you can switch to another one."

Tears still streaming down her face, Wenren shook her head happily: "No, I love my home."

Fu Yan picked up Wenren Lei as if it were a normal thing, and prepared to leave: "Okay, whatever you say."

Yi Yang and Han Mingjie suddenly began to chant.

Yi Yang: "A few people know which way to go."

Han Mingjie: "Roar~"

Wenren Lei, her face full of question marks, exclaimed, "Are you all crazy?!"

"My boss called me crazy!"

"He loves us so much!"

Wenren Lei jumped out of Fu Yan's arms, grabbed him, and quickly got out of the car and ran away.

Once the commotion behind them had completely faded away, Wenren Lei complained, "Couldn't you have been a little more discreet?"

Fu Yan curled the corners of his lips: "I've already been very low-key."

Wenren Lei turned to look at Fu Yan: "I forgot to ask, why didn't your upgrade to Corpse King cause a zombie horde?"

Fu Yan bent down and hugged him again: "The Corpse King only has one chance to summon a horde of zombies, and I haven't used it yet."

Wenren Lei learned something new: "So this is something you can choose yourself."

"right."

Wenren Lei said quietly, "So the Corpse King summoned the zombie horde just to put on a show?"

Fu Yan recalled the female corpse king's style of doing things and said, "It's probably due to her personality."

Wenrenlei nodded: "That makes sense. Who wouldn't want to post on social media and show off after reaching the top of the national server?"

Upon arriving at the villa area, Fu Yan collected all the villas that everyone liked into his spatial storage.

Wenren Lei stood on the rooftop of a villa, hands on hips, gazing into the distance: "Brother Yan, Lao Liu explained to me before that the Corpse King has unique skills. What's yours?"

Fu Yan's gaze was fixed on Wenren Lei, and he said indifferently, "Shadow Killer."

"What is that?"

Fu Yan raised his hand and gently turned his chin, gesturing for him to look at the ground.

The weather was rather gloomy today, and Wenrenlei's shadow was faint on the snow. He asked, "What's wrong?"

Fu Yan stepped onto his shadow, and then his body seemed to melt, gradually merging into Wenren Lei's shadow.

Wenren Lei raised an eyebrow, looked down, and asked, "Brother Yan, are you there?"

Fu Yan's voice came from the shadows: "I'm here."

Wenren Lei's shadow flickered slightly, and in the blink of an eye, Fu Yan appeared before him, raising his hand to rub his head.

"This was indeed a bit unexpected." Wenren Lei looked up at him. "This ability is practically invincible for assassination."

Fu Yan said, "Even easier than assassination is killing the shadow."

"Kill the shadow? What do you mean?" Wenren Lei said, "You demonstrate it on me."

Fu Yan flicked his forehead with his finger: "Am I a tiger? Will you even survive this test?"

Just then, a few leisurely zombies happened to pass by on the ground.

Wenren Lei held her head and pointed at them: "Then try it with these."

"Okay." Fu Yan moved and disappeared from the spot.

Wenren Lei stared intently at the snow-covered ground, only to see the shadow of the zombie's head suddenly vanish.

The zombies didn't even have time to struggle before they fell to the ground one after another. In an instant, Fu Yan appeared directly in front of the corpses.

Wenren Lei looked down at all of this, feeling no joy at this display of strength.

The stronger Fu Yan's abilities, the more he habitually shields others from all dangers.

This was not the situation Wenren Lei wanted. He secretly warned himself that he could no longer lie low like this and had to find a way to become stronger.

Wenren Lei's eyes were a little moist. He yawned to cover it up and looked down at Fu Yan, asking, "What is that zombie king's unique ability? Did you copy it?"

Fu Yan said calmly, "No, she died before she could use it." He opened his arms. "Get down."

Wenren Lei stood motionless on the rooftop, staring intently at him: "Don't lie to me."

Fu Yan's Adam's apple bobbed: "I'm not lying."

Wenren Lei jumped into his arms: "Let's go to the coordinates."

Fu Yan looked at him intently, then picked him up and walked forward, asking, "What's wrong? Why are you suddenly unhappy?"