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

With a major concern resolved, Wenren Lei slept very well that night.

In the morning, even with the whole dumpling pressed against his chest, he still couldn't wake up.

Maruko frantically tugged at Wenrenlei's pajamas, barking, "Woof!"

"Stop making noise." Fu Yan picked up the meatball and threw it at the foot of the bed.

Maruko was completely listless, her tail drooping, lying on the bed whimpering softly.

Fu Yan looked over: "Hungry?"

Maruko looked up expectantly and barked, "Woof!"

Fu Yan looked down at Wenren Lei, who was fast asleep in his arms, and gently kissed him on the cheek before reluctantly getting out of bed: "Raising a dog is troublesome."

Maruko is flexible and adaptable. Even when it's disliked, it doesn't get angry. As long as it can eat, it's fine. It darted off the bed and climbed up Fu Yan's leg to his shoulder and squatted down.

Fu Yan went into the bathroom, picked up the meatball, and hung it over the toilet: "Pee."

Maruko's four short legs were kicking wildly in the air, like a zombie peeing on its fur!

Immediately afterwards, Fu Yan also pulled down his pants and stared blankly at the toilet.

After the two zombies finished relieving the emperor of his morning urination, Fu Yan put on his pants, picked up Wanzi and put it on the sink, then poked it in the mouth with Wanzi's little toothbrush.

Maruko thinks dog life is terrible! This giant zombie has absolutely no gentleness compared to its owner! It even poked the dog's throat!

After carefully poking the meatballs, Fu Yan took out his toothbrush and poked around in his mouth for a while before finally taking a sip of water and spitting it out.

He stood still for a moment before remembering the next step: he reached out, turned on the tap, and splashed water on his face.

After washing his face, a new problem arose: there were two towels stacked on the shelf, and he couldn't tell which one was his.

After thinking for a while, Fu Yan shifted his gaze to Wanzi.

A mournful dog bark soon echoed from the bathroom.

Fu Yan came out carrying a mango pit that he had just sucked on.

The mango pit dared not utter a sound of anger, its tiny red eyes filled with grievance.

After washing up, it was finally time for Wanzi to eat, which it had been looking forward to. It squatted on the coffee table, pawing back and forth with its two front paws, and looked at Fu Yan expectantly.

Fu Yan took out a large basin from his spatial storage, neatly arranged the zombie meat, and said to Wanzi, "Eat."

"Awoo~~" Maruko couldn't wait any longer. She let out a long howl and pounced into the basin to devour her food.

Fu Yan glanced at it indifferently; it looked really ugly.

He sat down on the sofa, took out a blood pack, and drank it very elegantly.

In her dream, Wenren Lei vaguely heard a soft chewing sound, and opened her eyes a crack to search for the source of the sound.

Fu Yan was sitting on the sofa, earnestly drinking the blood packet.

On the coffee table in front of him was a basin, and Wanzi was sticking her butt out in it, biting a piece of meat and shaking her head wildly.

Seeing this, Wenrenlei couldn't help but laugh, and her morning grumpiness disappeared.

Hearing the noise, Fu Yan walked a few steps to the bedside, bent down to look at Wenren Lei, who was still biting a blood pack that was dangling from her mouth.

Wenren Lei raised her hand to touch his face: "Are you taking care of Wanzi?"

Fu Yan took the blood pack in his hand and nodded.

Wenren exclaimed tearfully, "My brother Yan is getting more and more capable!" He rubbed the hair on his fingers and asked, "Why is there so much dog hair on your face?"

Fu Yan pointed to himself, then to the meatballs: "Wash them."

Wenren asked tearfully, "Did you wash your faces and brush your teeth?"

Fu Yan nodded. Actually, he wanted to say that they had peed, but Lei Lei had said that they were not allowed to talk about peing, so he swallowed his words.

"And then you used the pills to wipe your face?"

Fu Yan nodded again: "Difficult, but usable."

Wenren Lei lay on the bed, laughing uncontrollably.

After he finished laughing, he sat up from the bed, took out a wet wipe and cleaned the dog hair off Fu Yan's face. Then he hugged Fu Yan's waist and rubbed his face against Fu Yan's abs, saying, "I like you so much."

If Fu Yan had a tail right now, it would probably be spinning like a propeller.

He drank the blood pack in one gulp, then hoisted Wenren Lei onto his shoulder and headed for the bathroom: "I'll help you."

Wenren Lei, with her eyes closed, clung to him and said, "Alright, then you can serve me."

Fu Yan followed the same procedure as before, placing Wenren Lei in front of the toilet and pulling down his pants: "Pee."

Wenren Lei laughed until her face ached: "You can't pee while you're watching me."

Fu Yan immediately closed his eyes.

"Don't think I don't know you left a crack."

Fu Yan turned away in annoyance as his little scheme was exposed.

While washing up, Fu Yan still used his toothbrush without any restraint.

Wenren burst into tears, saying, "Be gentle."

Fu Yan immediately dared not move.

Wenren Lei took the toothbrush and patiently demonstrated: "You have to squeeze out the toothpaste first, then brush gently, otherwise you'll hurt yourself, understand?"

Fu Yan nodded.

Wenren Lei handed the toothbrush with toothpaste squeezed out to Fu Yan: "Try it again."

Fu Yan held the toothbrush, afraid to move: "It hurts."

Wenren tearfully said, "It won't hurt if it's gentle, don't be afraid, come on."

This time, Fu Yan didn't dare to act recklessly and carefully helped Wenren Lei brush her teeth.

After brushing his teeth, Wenrenlei spat out the foam and said, "Not bad." He took the toothbrush and quickly brushed the areas that Fu Yan had missed, then rinsed his mouth.

Fu Yan seemed very happy; he could take care of Lei Lei now.

Wenren Lei quickly washed her face, then pointed to the towel rack on the wall and said, "There are two layers here. The top one is yours, and the bottom one is mine. Got it?"

Fu Yan's eyes weren't on the towel at all; his gaze remained fixed on Wenren Lei's face.

Wenren Lei sighed helplessly, turned his face towards the towel rack, repeated what she had just said, and then asked, "Did you remember?"

Fu Yan nodded, pointing to the towel rack and repeating, "Me, up. Leilei, down."

Wenren Lei felt that these words were strange, but he still praised Fu Yan: "You're really smart. Don't use the pills to wipe your face anymore, they smell bad."

"it is good."

After tidying herself up, Wenrenlei left the bathroom and went to the window.

The snow outside the window could no longer be described as just heavy snowfall; it fell in clusters, one after another, like a dense, impenetrable net, covering the sky and the earth.

Visibility was less than two meters; you couldn't even see the front door from the window, and you couldn't tell if it was morning or afternoon without checking your watch.

He glanced at the thermometer and hygrometer by the bedside; it read -60°C.

This temperature drop will likely freeze many people to death, but thankfully we managed to resolve Fu Xing's matter before it did.

The man in the text message wanted to take Wenren Yu home, but who knows how difficult the journey would be.

It was nearly 11 a.m. when Wenren Lei, holding Fu Yan's hand and carrying Wanzi, prepared to go downstairs.

Just as they stepped out of the room, they bumped into Yi Yang and Meng Fan, who were carrying building materials.

Yi Yang said, "Boss, you're up."

"Hmm, is it done? It's gotten colder again."

Yi Yang said, "It's all set. Old Han took advantage of our absence to renovate the basement as well. If the upper floors can't hold up, we'll move to the basement."

Wenren Lei praised him highly: "Old Han is rough around the edges but meticulous underneath."

Yi Yang said, "Let's go downstairs for dinner. Old Han made pork and cabbage stew with vermicelli, chestnut chicken wings, and drunken crab."

A hot meal is the best thing on a snowy day. Wenrenlei's stomach rumbled at the perfect moment: "Let's go!"