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

After Fu Yan finished adding charcoal, he sat down next to Wenren Lei, pulled over a thick blanket, and wrapped both of them tightly.

On a cold, windy night, the warmth of the air and the crackling of charcoal fire are the most comforting things.

Before long, Wanzi started snoring away without a care in the world.

Wenren Lei rested his head on Fu Yan's shoulder, his tense emotions gradually calming down. He took out the red crystal core from his pocket and held it up to the light.

The crystal core has a warm and smooth texture, with a surging dark light that cannot be penetrated by light.

Wenren Lei murmured, "Level 4 zombies have reason..." He looked at Fu Yan's bloodshot eyes, "Are you also a Level 4 zombie? But what's wrong with your and Wanzi's eyes?"

He remembered Commander Liu saying that the color of a zombie's pupils would not change as its level increased.

Fu Yan did not answer, but gently rubbed his chin against Wenren Lei's hair.

Wenren tearfully said, "Carry me to the bathroom."

Fu Yan got up, picked up Wenren Lei, and walked to the sink.

Wenren Lei bent down, turned on the tap, rinsed the crystal core clean under the water, and handed it to Fu Yan's mouth: "A level four crystal core. I wonder what kind of improvement it will bring after eating it."

Fu Yan lowered his head, took a bite of Wenren Lei's hand, crushed the crystal core, and swallowed it whole.

Wenren Lei quietly looked at Fu Yan: "Do you feel anything different in your body?"

Fu Yan tilted his head and looked at Wenren Lei: "No."

The light in Wenren's tearful eyes dimmed for a moment, then she forced a smile: "It's okay, we've had a long day, let's take a shower and go to sleep."

Wenren Lei was in a very low mood, and Fu Yan didn't dare to pinch him casually while he was taking a bath.

After washing up, the two lay on the bed wearing thick, fluffy pajamas.

As usual, Wanzi squatted on the windowsill to keep watch. The big man's corpse was still lying in the yard, and Wanzi stared at the big lump of meat, secretly drooling.

Wenrenlei pressed the remote control to turn off the lights, and the bedroom fell silent.

Having expended too much energy today, Wenren Lei nestled into Fu Yan's arms and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Fu Yan's eyesight was not affected by light; in the darkness, he could clearly see Wenren Lei's tightly furrowed brows.

Wenren Lei did not sleep soundly, her hands tightly gripping Fu Yan's clothes, her body twitching from time to time.

Fu Yan sensed Wenren Lei's unease and tightened his arms to hug him.

He looked down at Wenren Lei for a long time, then suddenly felt sleepy, a feeling that was too unfamiliar to him now.

A feeling of impending unconsciousness swept over Fu Yan.

Fu Yan resisted the feeling, trying to keep his eyes open to stay awake, but his brain's commands were far stronger than his will.

Finally, Fu Yan slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

His brain, which had been dormant for many days, began to awaken rapidly, and countless images flashed through Fu Yan's mind.

He saw Wenren Lei of many different appearances and ages surrounding him, softly calling out "Brother Yan".

Some naughty tears would play pranks on him in his dreams, such as reaching out and pulling a tuft of hair from another Wenren Tear, and the next second the two boys would be grabbing each other and wrestling.

They were both Fu Yan's darlings, and he didn't know whose side to take, so he could only reach out and try to break up the fight: "My darlings, please stop fighting, okay?"

The two Wenren Leis grabbed each other by the collar, turned to look at Fu Yan at the same time, and then all the Wenren Leis in the dream asked in unison, "Brother Yan, are you calling me?!"

Fu Yan paused, then said cautiously, "...I'm calling you."

A group of people, all speaking with tears in their eyes, exclaimed in unison, "Only one person can be called!" Then they started arguing, "They're calling me!"

In the blink of an eye, countless Wenrenlei were thrown into chaos, pulling and arguing with each other.

"Ahhh, it's me!"

Fu Yan weaved through the crowd, coaxing one couple after another. Just as he separated one couple, another one would start arguing. He was extremely busy.

Suddenly, a laugh pierced through all the noise and reached Fu Yan's ears.

Fu Yan turned his head and saw Wenren Lei, wearing a black windbreaker, standing alone in the distance, arms crossed, looking at him: "Brother Yan, you look so disheveled."

Fu Yan walked over in a few steps: "Lei Lei."

Suddenly, everything behind him fell silent. Fu Yan turned around and saw that all of Wenren Lei's tears had disappeared. He was about to go back and look for them.

Wearing a windbreaker, Wenren Lei raised her hand and hooked his chin, softly commanding, "Look at me."

Fu Yan stared intently at Wenren Lei's light-colored eyes, unable to look away.

Wenren Lei cupped Fu Yan's face in her hands and slowly leaned closer: "Fu Yan, this is my first kiss, you must cherish it."

As the soft, warm lips pressed against his, memories flooded back to Fu Yan.

He kissed Wenren Lei, in the car, in the darkness.

He turned into a zombie, and Wenren Lei took him in and cared for him like a child.

He fed him crystal cores, meat, and stored blood for him.

To avenge him against Fu Xing and protect all his dignity during his zombie transformation.

The boy's lips parted, and he looked at Fu Yan shyly: "Why don't you close your eyes?"

Fu Yan forced himself to come to his senses, lowered his head and admitted his mistake: "It was my fault, I'll close my eyes."

Wenren Lei took a step back and smiled, "I won't kiss you anymore."

Fu Yan grabbed his wrist and pulled him back: "I'll kiss you."

The kiss landed again, and Fu Yan frowned, Wenren's tears were so hot.

A scratching sensation on Fu Yan's cheek pulled him back to reality from his dream.

Fu Yan suddenly opened his eyes. The bedroom was pitch black, and he could hear Wenren Lei's heavy breathing.

Wenrenlei pressed her burning hot hands to her face, scratching them occasionally as she experienced convulsions due to the high fever.

Fu Yan immediately propped himself up, and the green energy in his palm overflowed and covered Wenren Lei's forehead.

Wenren Lei's tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and his breathing became lighter. In his sleep, he raised his hand to touch Fu Yan's waist, buried his face in it, and remained still.

Fu Yan's eyes were filled with undeniable guilt and heartache. He stroked Wenren Lei's soft hair and said in a low, slow voice, "I'm late. You've worked hard these past few days."

Wenren Lei murmured in her dream, "Brother Yan..."

Fu Yan leaned close to his lips: "Brother Yan's here, what's wrong, Lei Lei?"

"I'm so hungry... I want to eat... braised pork trotters with preserved mustard greens."

Fu Yan chuckled softly. This was a dish that Wenren Lei used to love to pester him to make.

Fu Yan's eyes welled up with tears. It was his fault that Wenren Lei was thinking about a dish so much that she even dreamed about it.

Fu Yan lowered his head and gently kissed Wenren Lei's forehead: "I'll do it now."

Downstairs in the living room, Yi Yang and Meng Fan were huddled side by side on the sofa, lost in thought because they couldn't sleep.

Yi Yang suddenly turned his head: "Did a dark figure just slip into the kitchen?"

Meng Fan became alert: "Has someone broken in? Why didn't the meatball make a sound? Is it malfunctioning?"

The two crouched low and tiptoed into the kitchen. Seeing the person skillfully handling the ingredients, they exclaimed in unison, "Brother Yan?"

Fu Yan had already heard their footsteps. He was chopping at a pig's trotter with a cleaver when he turned his head to greet them, "Good evening, you two."