Waaah, I'm being forced into loving my yandere wife's brain.

The kiss lasted for a very long time.

The kiss lasted so long that Lin Zhiyao felt her tongue was about to melt, and her pale, sickly face turned bright red before the lingering kiss finally ended.

"Pop".

Lip separation.

Shen Jin licked his lips reluctantly, and a slight ripple finally appeared in his almost transparent gray eyes.

"Sweet."

Shen Jin said in a harsh tone, as if he were commenting on an afternoon dessert, "It's sweeter and softer than I imagined."

Lin Zhiyao was so weak from the kiss that she was panting. Her groggy mind finally cleared up a little, and she realized that she was tightly gripping Shen Jin's collar. She immediately let go in fright.

Why...why did he kiss her?

Could it be that he's a pica zombie, no longer eating human flesh but instead eating human saliva? That's so strange.

Lin Zhiyao's face was flushed, as were the tips of her nose and the corners of her eyes, and her almond-shaped eyes were filled with a pool of clear, watery light.

It looked like they'd been bullied terribly.

They looked so pitiful and adorable.

Shen Jin's eyes darkened. He wanted to kiss her again, but he was afraid that the fragile little human in his arms would suffocate and die...

Shen Jinguang was going crazy just thinking about the possibility; he simply couldn't accept it.

No, he would never allow that to happen.

If that day ever comes...

He will destroy the world.

Shen Jin thought indifferently.

Lin Zhiyao had no idea that the world had almost been destroyed again; she only felt that Shen Jin's aura had become particularly terrifying for a moment.

This made her even more hesitant to move around.

I'm afraid this pica sufferer in front of me might suddenly recover and swallow her like an afternoon tea.

Lin Zhiyao's mind was racing with chaotic thoughts, but then she suddenly noticed a detail.

The zombies that had formed a circle around them had all turned their backs to them at some point, as if they were... avoiding them.

Perhaps this zombie is even more powerful than she imagined.

Lin Zhiyao was even more frightened. Her whole body felt cold, and she couldn't stop trembling. Tears fell down her cheeks.

It soaked into Shen Jin's clothes on his chest.

Lin Zhiyao was terrified and frantically tried to wipe it off with her sleeve, but she couldn't get it off no matter what she did.

Why are you crying?

Shen Jin grabbed Lin Zhiyao's wrist.

His grey eyes stared intently at her.

"N-nothing..."

Lin Zhiyao frantically wiped away her tears, the rough, torn, and dusty fabric blurring the corners of her eyes, making her bright almond-shaped eyes red and swollen.

"Don't move."

Shen Jin stopped her movements, gently wiping away her tears with his cold fingertips, using extremely light force, as if afraid of breaking the person in his arms.

He frowned, finding it hard to comprehend her fragility. "Your eyes are swollen."

Lin Zhiyao froze, unable to move.

Only the long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly.

"What's your name?"

Shen Jin moved his fingers down from the corner of her eye, caressing the throbbing veins on the side of her fair neck.

It was so fragile that it would break at the slightest touch, so he unconsciously softened his grip, as if he were protecting a fragile piece of porcelain.

"...Lin Zhiyao."

"Lin Zhiyao."

Shen Jin repeated it, savoring the syllables and rhythm on his tongue, a slight smile playing on his lips. "It sounds very nice... But remember, from now on, you are mine, so you can't just ruin your body anymore."

Lin Zhiyao was confused.

What do you mean by "waste"? Why can't she understand?

But she neither asked nor refuted, simply using silence to minimize her presence.

Shen Jin carried her toward the path cleared by the horde of zombies. The hem of his trench coat swept across the rotting limbs of the zombies, but it didn't get stained with a single drop of filth.

The monsters lowered their heads and let out whimpers of submission.

"Where are you taking me?"

Lin Zhiyao didn't dare to struggle at all, but just nestled stiffly in Shen Jin's arms, asking cautiously.

She deliberately kept her sweet, soft voice very soft, afraid that she might accidentally anger Shen Jin and be killed on the spot.

Shen Jin glanced at her and said indifferently, "The pharmacy."

Lin Zhiyao was slightly taken aback.

Shen Jin recalled the thing Lin Zhiyao was holding when they first met; it seemed to be called salbutamol sulfate inhaler.

He controlled the zombies around the nearby pharmacy and quickly located the spot where the aerosol was.

Shen Jin held Lin Zhiyao's head, pressing her face firmly into his chest, and calmly instructed, "Hold on tight."

Lin Zhiyao did as she was told.

The moment Shen Jin noticed Lin Zhiyao's movement, he subtly shifted his feet and, in a flash, in the blink of an eye, shrank the distance to a few feet and arrived at the pharmacy hundreds of miles away.

"Go get it."

Shen Jin placed Lin Zhiyao in front of the pharmacy, glanced at her, turned and left, disappearing in an instant.

Lin Zhiyao stared blankly at the spot where Shen Jin had disappeared.

I found it a bit unbelievable.

What does this mean?

Could he be the Snail Maiden from the zombie world... no, the Snail Prince?

Lin Zhiyao couldn't figure it out, so she simply stopped thinking about it. She carefully observed the environment inside the pharmacy and, not hearing any zombie sounds, quickly ran inside.

Then they closed and locked the shop door, and lowered the roller shutter to prevent zombies from running in.

Lin Zhiyao wandered around inside.

She quickly found a shelf full of the medicine she needed, enough to last her a long time, and even a lot of precious glucose to replenish her energy.

There were even some bread and drinking water piled up in the corner.

The flavors are all different, and no two are the same.

I don't know if it's left behind by people who stayed here temporarily before.

Lin Zhiyao rummaged through the supplies and took stock of them; they were enough to last her for at least three months.

Lin Zhiyao's lips curved slightly, her almond-shaped eyes sparkled, and a joy like that of an old farmer at a bountiful harvest rose in her heart.

At the same time, I breathed a sigh of relief.

So much time has passed, and that powerful and intelligent pica zombie hasn't appeared yet; they must have forgotten about her.

A faint sense of joy, like surviving a disaster, rose in Lin Zhiyao's heart.

She touched her lips, which were slightly swollen from the kiss, and recalled a zombie-themed TV series she had watched before the apocalypse, The Walking Dead. There was a scene in it where a man, surrounded by machine guns and soldiers, rushed in despite the obstruction, shouting "That's my wife," and passionately kissed a female zombie. The scene was both eerie and tender.

Lin Zhiyao was still in shock and moved.

The next second, the female zombie revealed her uncontrollable bloodlust and bit off the man's tongue and lips.

They were all killed by machine gun fire.

Therefore, humans will always only be food for zombies.

But she didn't really need to think about these things, since she would never see him again.

Yes, I'll never see him again.

The pharmacy had a skylight in the roof. It was already dark outside, and the cold, pure white moonlight shone in through the opening, creating a scene of serene loneliness.

Lin Zhiyao stared blankly, suddenly feeling a little sentimental.

Her mind was uncontrollably filled with thoughts of her cousin who had abandoned her, and also of the refuge that was far away on the map.

I felt both upset and wronged, and the future seemed bleak.

No matter how bitter or difficult it is, she must strive to live on strongly, because her second life was given to her by her deceased parents.

Therefore, she cannot let down her parents in heaven.

Lin Zhiyao hugged her knees and leaned against the wall in the corner of the pharmacy. Thinking of her parents and the fact that no one would ever love her like a princess like her parents did, she couldn't help but shed lonely and sad tears.

She sobbed softly and drifted off to sleep.

midnight.

Lin Zhiyao was awakened by a very light rustling sound of fabric.

She opened her eyes abruptly, and before her gaze could focus, she met a pair of light gray pupils.

Shen Jin was already standing in front of her at some point, looking down at her. His eyes reflected the moonlight, as if filled with a faint glow, almost giving Lin Zhiyao the illusion that he was very happy.

"You didn't run away."

Shen Jin's voice was deep and resonant, not a question, but a statement, even tinged with a hint of pleasure.

Of course, whether Lin Zhiyao wanted to run away or not, he could leave her here without worry.

Because no matter how far away they are, every zombie is his eyes and ears, and is under his control. Therefore, the zombies around Lin Zhiyao will not only not harm her, but will also protect her.

And... to prevent her from escaping.

Fortunately, Lin Zhiyao did not do anything to disappoint him.

This realization made Shen Jin even happier.

He spent the entire afternoon searching for a villa where Lin Zhiyao, this fragile human, could comfortably stay and recuperate, which is why he had to waste the time he instinctively spent with her.

Fortunately, things are looking promising.

Shen Jin glanced at the untouched bread piled in the corner and frowned slightly. Did she not like any of the flavors?

A bunch of useless zombies.

Lin Zhiyao was unaware of Shen Jin's thoughts.

I heard a familiar voice.

She froze on the spot, her back pressed against the cold wall, her fingers unconsciously clenching the hem of her dress above her knees.

Lin Zhiyao's rosy lips parted slightly, "...You, why are you back?"

"When did I say I wouldn't come back?"

Shen Jin leaned down slightly, asked a question, and threw a set of clothes into her arms.

His gaze lingered on Lin Zhiyao's still slightly swollen red lips, his light gray pupils darkening slightly.

"Put it on."

It was a white dress, made of soft fabric, almost luxuriously clean in the apocalypse.

Lin Zhiyao held it blankly, her fingertips touching the delicate texture, and for a moment she forgot to react.

"Do you need my help?"

Shen Jin tilted his head slightly, his gaze lingering on her face before slowly moving down to her skirt, which was covered in dust and blood.

His gaze wasn't overt, but it instantly made Lin Zhiyao's ears turn red.

"No, no need!"

Lin Zhiyao hurriedly shook her head, her face and ear tips flushed, and stood up by leaning against the wall, staggering back into the shadows behind the shelves.

Lin Zhiyao's fingers trembled with nervousness, and her movements as she unbuttoned her clothes were clumsy and slow, causing dust to flutter down from her old clothes.

Shen Jin never looked away.

Poor Lin Zhiyao had no idea that Shen Jin, as the zombie king, had undergone a terrifying evolution in his night vision.

Even if there were no moonlight, or even if it were pitch black with no light at all, he could still see clearly.

Shen Jin stared at Lin Zhiyao.

Watching her slender, beautiful shoulders and back appear and disappear in the dim light, watching her back slightly hunched over due to nervousness, and her trembling fingertips.

Like a frightened kitten.

However, this little kitten was so thin, it looked a bit malnourished. The shape of its shoulder blades was so clear it was heartbreaking, and its waist was so slender it seemed it would break at any moment.