Chapter 17: Good morning, lady

"Heh......" He chuckled and didn't answer my question, and after a few seconds he heard the door open and close, and he went out. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Now is the time to leave, to go or not to go?

Grandpa said that only this zombie could help me escape. But...... If you think about it, it's not much better to marry a zombie, is it? If he looks uglier than the zombie on TV, he might as well be dead.

Besides, the catastrophe doesn't have to be a dead end, in case I'm lucky.

Let's go!

I slowly groped my way out of bed, and I knew the direction of the door by the sound of him opening and closing it. Keep your hands up to avoid hitting something in front of you.

After taking a few steps, his hand suddenly touched something. It's not like a door, and I don't want a wall......

Touch it up, this ...... It's a face!

"Where do you want to go?" his voice rang out.

I quickly retracted my hand: "No...... Not going anywhere, hehe......"

He suddenly shoved a large object into my arms.

"What is this?"

"Ahem......" he coughed unnaturally, "I think you should need this." ā€

I touched it carefully, it seemed to be an aunt's towel?

"Where's the toilet?"

"No toilets, right here!" he said lightly, walking straight past me.

What! right here?

This zombie ...... Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to move so freely, and where did he get this aunt towel, and it only took him a few minutes to get it back.

Standing in place for a while, this aunt's towel is not used or not.

Forget it! Die or die.

I tore open the package and tossed it for a long time.

The next day, I woke up to a magnified handsome face. He's actually ......

"Ah~" I screamed and quickly jumped out of his arms, only to find that the clothes on my body were missing for some time. A handful of quilts were pulled across the bed to wrap his body, but ...... In this way, all the quilts on his body were pulled by me, and there was only a small *** left on him.

I didn't notice any discomfort, just a few more kiss marks on my chest/front.

The culprit also slowly opened his eyes and looked at me with a smile: "Good morning, lady." ā€

"Mother, uncle, why is it you!" I picked up the slippers at my feet and flew towards him.

He propped his head on one hand and looked at me leisurely: "Are you surprised to see me? Also, it's not good for girls to swear." ā€

"Mo Yiming, you scoundrel!" I glared at him indignantly, looking around, and there was not a single piece of clothing.

I walked over and opened the closet and grabbed a random piece of his black tracksuit.

"You've finally remembered my name, yes, I'm satisfied. For a moment, he suddenly hugged me from behind, surprisingly fast: "But...... From today onwards, I want you to call me husband. ā€

"Huh!" I snorted coldly and pushed him away, "What the hell do you want? Don't come here, be careful that I kill you, perverted zombie." ā€

He hooked the corners of his lips and put his long arms around my head against the closet door, wrapping me between the closet and him.

His tone was a little more serious: "Leng Qiange, don't forget that only I can help you now, why don't you hurry up and please me......?" You are now my wife, and you can't rely on the fact that our secret marriage is ironclad. ā€

He suddenly leaned into my ear and whispered, "You know...... What does it mean to be married?"