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

The bedroom was so quiet that Wen Renlei could hear his own heartbeat. He pulled the blanket over his face, but inadvertently amplified his hearing.

The slow, steady tapping of leather shoes grew louder as they approached, eventually stopping beside the bed.

Wenren Lei peeked out from under the covers, revealing half her face, and saw the person standing in front of her.

Fu Yan wore crisp suit trousers and the shirt Wenren Lei had specified. The pure black shirt was of excellent quality and perfectly accentuated the man's tall and slender figure.

As the light fell, the outline of his abdominal muscles was faintly visible beneath his clothes.

Wenren Lei's Adam's apple bobbed, and she stammered, "It's...it's beautiful."

Fu Yan leaned down and kissed his forehead: "Thank you for the clothes, my darling. I really like them."

"You, you come here."

"They're here."

……

The temperature is gradually rising.

Fu Yan's voice became low and hoarse: "My darling, you're shaking so badly."

Wenren Lei clung tightly to his neck, burying her face in the crook of his neck, refusing to lift it up for anyone to see: "Don't let me fall, or I'll never talk to you again."

"You won't fall." Fu Yan held him steadily. "Are you satisfied with this compensation?"

Wenren Lei grabbed his shirt uncontrollably: "Satisfied..."

(A period that really tested Fu's arm strength)

……

Wenren Lei looked completely satisfied, lazily lying on Fu Yan's chest, her eyes half-closed and drowsy.

Fu Yan gently rubbed a tuft of his hair: "Go to sleep."

"Hmm..." Wenren asked through her blurry tears, "Is that illusory black mist Uncle's Corpse King ability?"

Fu Yan shook his head: "That's just ordinary elemental ability; he doesn't have the Corpse King's exclusive ability."

"Huh? Why?"

Fu Yan said, "His body was severely damaged; he lost half of his brain."

Wenren Lei suddenly sat up abruptly: "What?!"

Fu Yan helped him lie down again: "It's probably because the research institute used this method to strip away his memories in order to control him. I suspect that's why he lost the unique abilities of the Corpse King."

Wenren Lei quietly nestled back against Fu Yan's chest, recalling the rainy night in the illusion. Wen Chi had already turned into a zombie at that time. After being captured and brought back to the research institute, she wondered how much inhuman torture he would suffer before he could evolve into a zombie king.

"Half of the brain..." Wenren Lei looked up at Fu Yan, "Zombies can repair physical damage by eating crystal cores, that's how you recovered."

Fu Yan held his hand and said, "That's right. This also means that Qin Qingqing and your uncle did not rely on consuming crystal cores to complete their evolution into zombie kings."

Wenren Lei gently snuggled against him: "So, it's about repeatedly injecting them with the drug, forcibly turning them into zombie kings?"

"Most likely."

Wenren Lei yawned widely and muttered, "There were already so many little zombies in the research institute more than ten years ago. If we had given them all the potions to turn them into zombie kings, we might as well have just destroyed them all together."

Fu Yan patted his back lightly: "Potion Zero must be very precious. It can't supply a large number of zombies to advance to the level of Zombie King. Otherwise, the Cataclysmic Research Institute wouldn't have appeared."

"Hmm..." Wenren Lei nodded, her eyelids beginning to droop.

Fu Yan looked down at him, finding it amusing that he was the first to fall asleep when he hadn't put in much effort.

"Brother Yan, pat me on the shoulder."

"it is good."

Once Wenren Lei had fallen asleep, A1-V popped up and whispered, "Master, Mr. Wen Chi is waiting for you on the second floor."

Fu Yan responded, got up to tuck Wenren Lei in, dimmed the lights, and then got dressed and went out.

He went up to the second floor, where it had been converted into a terrace.

Suddenly, a heavy punch came straight at his face. Fu Yan dodged to the side, but then a series of punches and kicks came flying at him.

"Mr. Wen, why are you so angry?"

Wen Chi, waving his fist, shouted, "What's all that noise coming from your bedroom! Is my dear nephew crying! Are you beating him?!"

Fu Yan leaped to the edge of the terrace, seizing the moment when Wen Chi was attacking, and said, "I didn't hit him. We were just having normal conversations as a couple."

"Huh?" Wen Chi's fist stopped abruptly in front of Fu Yan's nose. "A couple? You and him?"

Fu Yan nodded frankly: "That's right."

Wen Chi stood there for a moment, then quickly accepted his nephew's sexual orientation, before punching Fu Yan in the face: "That won't do either."

After throwing a punch, Wen Chi felt refreshed and turned to lie down on the recliner: "Crying won't do."

Fu Yan rubbed his numb cheeks and walked over to sit on another chair: "Didn't you lose your memory? Why are you still protecting him like this?"

Looking at the cloudless night sky, Wen Chi said calmly, "You don't understand. That's how blood ties are. When I see those two brothers, I feel comfortable. I can't feel enough love for them. Maybe we had a good relationship before."

The two remained silent for a moment.

Even from that group photo alone, Fu Yan could sense how much Wen Chi used to like his two nephews.

Fu Yan asked, "That photo of yours wasn't checked by the research institute?"

Wen Chi scoffed lightly: "I have a thousand pieces of paper covered in swear words inside me. They dug out a few hundred and then couldn't be bothered to investigate any more."

Fu Yan turned his head to look and suddenly realized that Wen Chi looked quite presentable after washing up, and he could vaguely see the spirited look he once had.

He turned back and looked at the night sky, saying, "I can still remember having the paper scraps dug out."

Wen Chi rubbed his head, which only had half a brain left, and said, "I vaguely remember some fragmented memories from lying on the operating table. There's not much to say, so I didn't tell you."

Fu Yan paused for a second, then asked the question that had been weighing on his mind: "Are his parents still alive?"

Wen Chi's tone was calm: "I don't remember."

Fu Yan didn't know how to interpret this sentence. Did he not remember whether Lei Lei's parents were alive or dead, or did he not remember the two people at all?

Fu Yan said, "If Leilei asks you what Qin Qingqing's Corpse King ability is, can you please not tell him?"

Wen Chi put his hands behind his head, crossed his legs, and gently swayed them: "Reason."

Fu Yan honestly said, "I copied her superpower and used it on Leilei."

Wen Chi suddenly turned his head: "Then when I hit you just now, wouldn't he have felt pain too?"

Fu Yan shook his head: "No, it's one-way."

Wen Chi asked, "One-way? What kind of effect is that?"

Fu Yan said, "Probably so. His life is bound to mine, all his illnesses are transferred to me, and if he dies, I will die too. However, my injury will not affect him. Even if I die, he can still live, but he will not be able to live forever."

Wen Chi finally dropped his nonchalant attitude and looked at Fu Yan seriously: "Are you really going all out?"

Fu Yan gazed at the night sky and slowly said, "He is the meaning of my life."

Wen Chi stared at him for a long time before turning back to look at the night: "I won't tell him on my own initiative, nor will I help you hide it. If he comes to me asking, I'll tell him the truth."

Fu Yan frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled: "Why? Letting him know about this will only make him uneasy."