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

Wenren Lei removed Fu Yan's clothes, intending to wash him with water, but the wounds under Fu Yan's gauze were all exposed flesh and blood, so Wenren Lei could only use a towel dipped in water to carefully wipe the blood and dirt off Fu Yan's body.

Fu Yan has a really good figure. He is tall and upright with well-proportioned muscles, broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His body proportions are perfect.

Wenren Lei couldn't help but take a second look. It was quite magnificent. He clicked his tongue and sighed, "Unfortunately, this thing is now dormant."

Fu Yan let out a weak growl.

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore." Wenren Lei immediately became serious and carefully wiped him clean.

It took a full hour to completely clean Fu Yan.

There were only clothes for him and his brother at home. The two brothers were about the same size, and the clothes were a little small on Fu Yan, but he had to make do.

After tidying up, Wenren Lei slumped on the sofa and ate self-heating rice while planning to stockpile supplies. Since Wenren Yu wasn't there, he would have to find his own way.

The warehousing center holds nearly 40 billion yuan worth of goods, and thousands of tons of cold storage goods in the northern suburbs...

In the end times, people are greedy, and he must take control as soon as possible to prevent outsiders from benefiting.

But it's not realistic to move all the supplies home. If all else fails, we'll just have to move them to the storage center.

Just as I was pondering this, I heard a chewing sound.

Wenren looked up and saw Fu Yan had found a bag of beef jerky and was quietly eating it.

Wenren Lei was slightly taken aback, not expecting that Fu Yan, after turning into a zombie, could also eat human food.

He intentionally observed Fu Yan's appetite after he turned into a zombie, and let him eat as he pleased.

Fu Yan ate very quickly, and the four bags of beef jerky were soon empty.

Wenrenlei had no choice but to go downstairs again and again, carrying a huge pile of instant noodles, dried meat, potato chips, and snacks. In the end, she simply asked Yiyang to help her make a big pot of curry chicken rice.

It took four trips to finally feed this gluttonous zombie.

Wenrenlei silently concluded that Fu Yan's current appetite in one meal is equivalent to that of six adult men, and his food preference leans towards meat.

Now she needs to stockpile supplies even more, otherwise her husband will really go hungry.

After eating and drinking her fill, Wenren Lei yawned lightly. After washing up, she settled Fu Yan on the bed, lay down next to him, and pressed her face against his cool body.

Exhaustion quickly overwhelmed me, and in my half-awake state, a knock on the door suddenly rang out.

Wenren Lei, her head still heavy with sleep, got up and opened the door.

Standing silently outside the door was Meng Fan: "Wenren, I'm sorry to bother you. The class monitor and Cheng Nianli both have fevers. Could you please give us some fever-reducing medicine?"

Wenren Lei turned around, took out a box of fever reducers from her backpack, and handed it over.

Meng Fan thanked him repeatedly, "Thank you, we will definitely find more crystal cores tomorrow."

Wenren waved her hand and closed the door.

He then leaned against the door, panting heavily, his forehead burning hot, and his whole body feeling weak.

Fu Yan asked blankly, "Huh?"

"It's nothing, just a fever."

Wenren Lei swallowed a fever reducer, took Fu Yan's hand, lay back on the bed, and curled up in his arms.

The tension, fighting, scheming, and anxiety of the daytime collapsed at this moment.

Wenren Lei felt a little wronged and whispered her grievances to Fu Yan:

"Brother Yan, you've turned into a zombie."

My brother is missing too.

I'm so tired of being alone.

Fu Yan couldn't understand the complicated words, he only knew that the boy in his arms was burning hot and extremely fragile. He instinctively tightened his arms and used his own cold body temperature to cool Wenren Lei down.

Wenrenlei woke up this morning because she was cold.

Besides the biting cold, there was also a suffocating feeling tightly wrapped around him. Fu Yan held him tightly in his arms, with such force that it felt like he was about to break his waist.

"Brother Yan, let go."

As soon as she spoke, Wenren Lei was startled by her own words. Her voice was hoarse, as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper, and her throat felt stinging from a high fever.

Fu Yan released him upon hearing the noise, his blood-red eyes staring intently at him.

She looked a little scary, but Wenren Lei thoughtfully interpreted it as Fu Yan's concern.

Wenren Lei sat up, his head throbbing and throbbing. He reached for the thermometer in the bedside table to take his temperature.

The moment he left Fu Yan's embrace, a bone-chilling cold enveloped him, and he realized with a start that it wasn't Fu Yan's body that was cold, but the entire bedroom that felt like an ice cellar.

"It's so cold." Wenren Lei's breath was steaming as she spoke.

"This is unbelievable." He turned on the air conditioner to heat it up, took out his phone to check the time, and saw that it was six in the morning and the temperature had already dropped to -20°C.

The current situation is giving Wenren Lei a headache. As the zombie virus spreads, the temperature is also dropping, which means that survival will become more difficult, and the whereabouts of Wenren Yu are even more likely to be in danger.

He pushed through his groggy mind to the window, opened a crack, and looked out.

Large snowflakes flew wildly in the wind, and several zombies stood quietly in the snowstorm by the roadside, as if they were sleeping. He subconsciously snuggled closer to Fu Yan beside him; the zombies' bodies were warmer than the air.

At this moment, the electronic thermometer beeped twice. Wenrenlei took it out to look and saw that it was 38 degrees Celsius. His fever had not subsided at all. He poured a glass of warm water and swallowed a fever reducer.

Even if the fever doesn't subside, he still has to go to the warehouse to check on the situation.

With the apocalypse just beginning and most people still in a state of panic and afraid to go out, this is the best time to seize supplies and should not be missed.

Wenren Lei looked down at the zombies below, wondering if the low temperature would affect their movements.

He casually picked up a small diamond, opened the window, and threw it towards the zombies. The diamond hit the ground, and the zombies, which had been frozen like ice sculptures, instantly pounced on it, frantically clawing and scratching at the snow.

It seems that the low temperature does not affect their mobility, but extra caution is needed when going out.

Wenren Lei went into the bathroom to wash up. Seeing Fu Yan following closely behind, she picked up a new toothbrush, squeezed on toothpaste, and handed it to him: "Do you know how to brush your teeth?"

Fu Yan gripped the toothbrush handle, examining it with a curious expression.

Wenren Lei demonstrated for him: "Like this, open your mouth, ah..."

Fu Yan then opened his mouth.

"Then place the toothbrush on your teeth and brush back and forth like this."

Fu Yan glanced at it twice, then stuffed the toothbrush into his mouth and bit it off, chewing it with a "crunch crunch" sound.

Wenren Lei: ...

"From now on, you are not allowed to eat anything without my permission."

"Aww..."

Wenren Lei took out a new toothbrush, squeezed on toothpaste, and started brushing Fu Yan's teeth.

He suddenly felt that his life was even more miserable than that of a zombie. In the past, when he was feeling lazy, Fu Yan would help him brush his teeth and wash his face. Now it was his turn to help Fu Yan. It seemed that the apocalypse was specifically designed to cure lazybones like him.

After a chaotic wash, Wenrenlei rushed into the dressing room and put on her warm gear: a quick-drying shirt, a fleece layer, a thin down jacket, and finally a windbreaker.

After getting dressed, he glanced at Fu Yan, who was following closely behind him. Although zombies are not afraid of the cold, he still wanted to keep Fu Yan warm as well.

He pulled Fu Yan over and put layers of warm clothing on him. The windbreaker was loose and fit Fu Yan fairly well.

Finally, they put a hat and goggles on Fu Yan, making him look no different from an ordinary person, except that his bare left sleeve was a bit glaring.

Wenren Lei felt a pang of sadness: It's alright, he's my husband, I won't mind him no matter what.

He took off Fu Yan's goggles and woolen hat, planning to put them back on when he went out later.