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

While the two weren't looking, A1-V secretly changed the background music from "Going Home" to "Princess".

Wenren Lei hooked her arm around Fu Yan's neck and leaned closer to ask, "Brother Yan, you didn't awaken some kind of apocalyptic system, did you?"

Fu Yan said seriously, "I really don't know, but I haven't heard any strange sounds asking me to bind to the system."

"Oh... okay."

The music playing in A1-V was rather ambiguous, flowing around Wenren Lei's ears, and Fu Yan's eyes were inexplicably affectionate.

Wenren Lei stared at his refined and sharp eyebrows and eyes up close, and suddenly blushed a little.

The last time they kissed was when Fu Yan was unconscious. Wenren Lei didn't know anything, she just kept her lips pressed together without moving.

Fu Yan is awake now, if I kiss him at this moment...

Wenren Lei's Adam's apple bobbed, and she slowly leaned forward: "Brother Yan, I want to..."

Fu Yan was also in great pain. Just as their lips were about to touch, he suddenly stiffened and forced himself to back away by half an inch.

"Here's tomorrow's weather forecast: heavy snow across the entire region tomorrow, with a minimum temperature of -68 degrees Celsius and winds of force 6. We recommend installing snow chains on your tires to avoid driving hazards."

Wenren Lei was already shy, and after being disturbed by A1-V, she was so frightened that she jumped off Fu Yan's lap and stood there helplessly.

Fu Yan got up, patted Wenren Lei's head, and said, "I'll go install the snow chains."

"Oh." Wenren Lei lowered her head, not daring to look at him. "Go ahead."

Fu Yan pushed open the door and got out of the car. Only Wenren Lei remained in the carriage. He hesitated for a few seconds, then said helplessly, "Hey, could you turn off that background music?"

The music stopped immediately.

"Yes, master, it's closed."

Just then, Maruko came over and started tugging at Wenrenlei's trouser leg with her little paws. He looked down and saw Maruko holding a toy electric mouse in her mouth, making little "woof woof" noises.

Wenren Lei squatted down, picked it up, took the little mouse away, and said, "It's out of power, I'll charge it for you."

A1-V promptly notifies users: "A charging port is located behind the front sofa."

Wenren Lei sat on the sofa to charge the little mouse, her gaze passing through the one-way floor-to-ceiling window as she looked at Fu Yan, who was busy outside.

The space folding technology is indeed very advanced. From the outside, the car body is clearly less than three meters wide, but from inside the car, Fu Yan appears to be more than eight meters away.

Wenren Lei's brain was a little slow to process; she didn't understand why Fu Yan had dodged just now.

Every now and then, Wanzi would paw at Wenrenlei with her little paws. He held Wanzi in his arms and whispered, "It'll be charged soon, don't worry."

Maruko let out a soft "woof" and obediently lay still on his lap.

Outside the window, Fu Yan finished installing the front tire and went to install the rear tire.

Wenren Lei's gaze followed Fu Yan's. He nuzzled Wanzi's soft fur with his chin and quietly asked, "Wanzi, why did he hide just now?"

This problem clearly stumped Maruko. The little dog scratched his face with its paws, then tilted its head and fell asleep.

Wenren sighed, took out a doghouse from her spatial ring, and put Wanzi inside: "You don't chat with me, you little ingrate."

He slumped on the sofa, feeling depressed.

Could it be that Fu Yan has a memory problem?

They clearly kissed that day, so why is he refusing today?

Was it because I was too willful that Fu Yan got angry?

But he's done so many willful things, why is he only angry with me today?

No, how dare Fu Yan be angry with me?!

Thinking of this, Mr. Wenren Lei got angry. Frustrated, he scratched his snow-white wolf tail, got up and rushed into the kitchen. He took out a lemon from his spatial storage and started poking at it with a fruit knife.

He whispered, "Squeeze a glass of lemon juice, make this heartless Fu Yan sour."

A1-V warns: "Zombies have no sense of taste and cannot perceive sourness or bitterness."

Wenren Lei poked at the lemon while angrily saying, "Shut up, you have no conscience either."

A1-V was utterly shocked: "What crime have I committed?"

Wenren Lei brandished the knife wildly, yelling, "What do you think! I almost kissed him! What kind of weather forecast are you broadcasting?!"

"This humble servant will take his leave now." Knowing he was in the wrong, A1-V deliberately went into sleep mode.

All the main lights in the car were turned off, leaving only a few dim night lights, creating a quiet and cozy atmosphere.

But Wenrenlei was not at peace. She poked the lemon hard and cursed in her heart: "Heartless car, heartless dog, heartless person!"

The lemon was poked and bruised beyond recognition. Wenren Lei squeezed the lemon juice into a cup, intending to trick Fu Yan into drinking it all in one go when he returned.

He had just turned around with the cup in his hand when he bumped into a hard chest.

Wenren Lei staggered backward, but Fu Yan reached out and steadily supported her.

He looked up and met Fu Yan's gaze, then raised his glass: "Drink it."

Fu Yan took the cup, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp. He then frowned and pretended to be sour.

Wenren Lei stared at him, paused for two seconds, and then suddenly laughed: "Fu Yan, you're really being perfunctory."

Fu Yan moved closer, looking down at him: "Are you angry because of what happened just now?"

Wenren Lei hadn't forgotten that zombies have no sense of taste, but he had forgotten that Fu Yan's hearing was now extremely sharp.

The A1-V did not have the sound insulation function activated. He had just been muttering to Wanzi and throwing a tantrum at Aiyowei, all of which Fu Yan overheard.

Wenren Lei forced a smile, but as she smiled, the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned down, and she felt somewhat aggrieved.

Feeling wronged by that missed kiss.

I also felt a strange pang of sadness.

He touched his chest. Even though it was Fu Yan who was drinking the lemon juice, why did his heart also feel sour?

Wenren Lei took the empty cup from Fu Yan's hand and placed it on the counter. She turned and walked out, saying, "Alright, I forgive you. If you don't want to kiss me, then don't. You can drive. I'm going to sleep."

Fu Yan pulled him back.

Wenren Lei's back pressed against the car wall, and Fu Yan's tall body wrapped tightly around him, lowering his head to press his lips to Wenren Lei's.

Wenren Lei stared wide-eyed for a long time, the scent of herbs and tea emanating from Fu Yan filling her nostrils, making her face flush red all the way down to her neck.

Fu Yan's kiss was so beautiful, so soft, and even just touching him felt so invasive.

Wenren Lei closed his eyes and slightly opened his mouth, wanting to deepen the kiss, but Fu Yan sensed his movement and quickly stepped back.

Wenren Lei looked at Fu Yan in confusion, and a wave of grievances welled up in his heart once again. He turned and left.

"Tears." Fu Yan grabbed his wrist.

Wenren Lei turned around abruptly: "What do you mean? Is it fun to keep me in suspense?"

Fu Yan hugged him and explained in a low voice, "I'm sorry. I have the zombie virus in my body, so I can't go any deeper, or you'll get infected." His voice was a little hoarse. "Just now on the sofa, I... I was too hot, and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to stop myself if I kissed you, so I pulled away."

Wenren Lei blinked, then belatedly asked, "It's awake?"

Fu Yan remained silent for a moment before saying, "Mm."

Wenren asked tearfully, "You've felt something?"

Fu Yan was silent for a moment, then said, "Hmm..."