It's like a person who survives by injecting glucose, and I don't know which piece is empty.

The craving for food does not fade with time, but grows stronger.

"Goo Dong~" Holding Luo Qingxin in his arms, Jiang Zhexi could still clearly hear his swallowing sound.

Jiang Zhexi was startled by the sound of his swallowing, and hurriedly watched Luo Qingxin's reaction, only to find that the person in his arms, tilting his head, had already slept soundly.

What's more, the corners of the mouth are still shining...... Jiang Zhexi smiled dotingly and asked her to find a more comfortable position in her arms.

It's just that when his gaze fell into the distance again, Jiang Zhexi's expression became heavy again.

He really wants to go out and catch someone to eat, but if that's the case, will Qingxin be disgusted with him?

The answer is yes, so let's bear with it a little longer, maybe just endure this time.

……

The afternoon sun was warm, and when Luo Qingxin opened his eyes in a daze, he was already lying on the soft big bed again.

Sweating all over, Luo Qingxin felt that he was more energetic, and looked at the other half of the bed, Jiang Zhexi was sitting at the head of the bed, holding a book in his hand, quietly, and quietly.

The sunlight through the gauze curtain sprinkled softly on his body, and with an elegant side face, Luo Qingxin only felt that the years were quiet.

In fact, there were many times when Luo Qingxin almost forgot that Jiang Zhe was a zombie in the past...... Holding a book like this, obedient, harmless, and even obsessive looks, how can it not be connected with those disgusting zombies who eat human flesh.

Jiang Zhexi noticed Luo Qingxin's scrutiny, turned his head to look at her, and saw that she was really awake, smiled slightly, and reached out to touch her forehead.

As mentioned in the book, touch the temperature of each other's forehead and compare it with your own...... Jiang Zhexi was about to put his hand on his forehead, he was a zombie......

How can the temperature of zombies be the same as that of people!

Luo Qingxin sensed Jiang Zhexi's emotions, and hurriedly grabbed his hand and leaned it on his cheek, "My fever has subsided, really, I can feel it myself, my cold is almost gone!" ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, tacitly ignoring the reminder of reality.

It's just that this reminder has to be staged many times a day, such as dinner later.

Luo Qingxin eats boiled noodles, which are decorated with green vegetables; And Jiang Zhexi, who was on the other side, lowered his eyes and held the crystal nucleus in his hand.

Today, Jiang Zhexi absorbed more crystal nuclei, and his teeth were itchy, and the nails on his hands seemed to want to jump out, wanting to tear something crazy......

"Zhexi? Zhexi? ”

Hearing Luo Qingxin call himself, Jiang Zhexi raised his head suddenly, and there was a moment of panic on his face.

Luo Qingxin had already cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks he had used, took Jiang Zhexi's hand, and pointed to the ceiling, "Let's go up to see the stars tonight!" ”

As a result, Jiang Zhexi shook his head firmly: No!

As soon as she got a little better, she thought about it, it was a matter related to Luo Qingxin's health, and Jiang Zhe would never agree to let her be coquettish in the past.

Luo Qingxin pouted, pitiful, "But it's so boring at night!" ”

Jiang Zhexi calmly took out his book and had already decided on the project for the evening.

"Alas~" This is the seventeenth time that Luo Qingxin has sighed, leaning on the head of the bed with Jiang Zhexi, each holding a book in his hand.

Jiang Zhexi looked focused and serious, and Luo Qingxin saw bitterness and hatred!

Luo Qingxin now regrets teaching Jiang Zhexi to read and write......